Never Found Mine

I listen as another musician reminisces
About being the kind of teenager I never was
Sounding like maybe they actively touched
The flame that singed them instead of watching it from a distance

They say they felt at home in the spaces where music was made
Coalesced with their kind
But I never found mine

Don’t wanna be tricked into wearing a jersey or flag
I don’t agree with anyone all of the time
Don’t wanna pretend like I do
I struggle with the company of artists these days
But maybe I always have
Though it seems they’re all quite inspired lately
Like a punch in the face makes them get things done
And their words more real

I dare them to hang in the grey for a day
Without drinking themselves blind
Though I appreciate the headway they made
While I was grappling with my own damn mind

Everything seems an argument over the definition of truth
I don’t know what to make of you
Who always have something to say
I have no sense of righteousness
Only confusion

I’m just trying to write what I know
And speak for no one but myself
Relativism more dangerous than ever now
Still I can't get an absolute out my mouth

I’ve started to understand
What the one I used to know was talking about
Zealotry's not for the high minds
But for those low-to-the-ground

I keep it away from my Love
I keep it away from the cave I’ve built for myself
An idea that, once it left the mind
Became worth editing out

They just need something to clean up after
To keep the fellows warm
To commune with every Sunday
To feed the hungry soul
Something for popular songs
And people who believe in the solid center
Instead of the hollow core