That Should Be Me

Living in an age of digital obsession
I think you have a different definition of good
You live your life caught up with the idea of should
Cause that should be me

Am I circling the drain or just the block?
Who are you to say what is right or wrong?
I can see it in your smile
You are hiding your sorrow
Cause that should be me

A camera is not a clock
More than half the time we are not our thoughts
In the blueberry rain you are haunting my dreams
I remark of your leaving: should that be me?

Solace wraps me, intertwining
Weaving a refuge for a brain rotted mind
In depression and activism
In desperation, I cry
That should be me