Lyrics Supposed To Be - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

Supposed To Be

I’m waiting for a word to feel different from the others I’ve heard
I’m tired of my voice but I’m bound to it, these are my choices
It’s endless, this debate
The misapplied philosophy, the shadows in the cave
The two dogs at my feet
And I decide which one will die, who starves and who eats
The more I sit and stare they look the same to me
They offer up a bleeding question in their teeth
And I’m surprised when it’s my voice that speaks
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be now?
And it’s quiet, and I’m alone
And indifferent to the things I can know
I’ve exhausted my interest
In the contradicting plates in me, the struggling shift
And I’m sorry for the mess
To you for sure, or even more, myself, most, I guess
See the once the bells that rang throughout my hanger head
They caution me awake we thought that you were dead
Go testify your fundamental need
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be now?
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be now?
Pirouette the waltz across the tight
We’ll tie a dream that pulls that asked to colonize your mind
The life you want, the life you likely need
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be now?
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be now?
Now that I can see what I’m supposed to be now