Nobody really knows my name I used to live to make that change I wanted you to know my face Explaining to you all of my mistakes I needed you to watch me age Asking you to build a stage for my ego
Now I’m in a magazine At the bottom of page sixteen and a half The numbers show me improvement Do people still listen to Movement? Oh I’m laughing as I look at the ground There’s nobody left around but Michael (Rogers)
I don’t wanna move my feet I’d rather not have to compete, oh My reasons are selfish, sure Wrapped in excuse and impure guideline I should’ve put the family first Nobody ever thirst, nobody’s bellies have burst
What do I know? What do I know? What do I know? What do I know now?
Just a couple presidents more I’m [?] to report yeah If only I had some peace of mind Now what colored liquid could ever be so kind? Just a resident here Just another panic that I’ll face in the new year
Honestly it feels like I’m late Always struggling to propagate, well You should come see where I work Everything feels like an abbey ruin The fact that I can say that out loud Means I should come down from the clouds At some point
What do I know? What do I know? What do I know? What do I know now?
What do I know? What do I know? What do I know? What do I know now? What do I know? What do I know? What do I know? What do I know now?