Status Seeker

Heart sick at the sight of the
Status Seeker
In a sense I'm not beyond reproach
The aspiration to drop a name
When any rose might smell the same
Maybe you'll figure it out someday
"I want to know you now
You know I've always believed in you."

Nothing is sacred
You draw the bottom line
With a dollar sign
Change of opinion
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion
Are you sanctified in your
Judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were
Unable to see

In a garden where the seeds were
Spilled
I favored the few that stood strong
In the sun
As I reached for the profit of my prize
I found I had trampled the forgotten
Ones

Nothing is sacred
You draw the bottom line
With a dollar sign
Change of opinion
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion
Are you sanctified in your
Judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were
Unable to see

You're running in circles
And I'm turning away
You refused to believe
Now I'm turning away

Nothing is sacred
You draw the bottom line
With a dollar sign
Change of opinion
At the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion
Are you sanctified in your
Judgment of me?
All that I deserve is what you were
Unable to see

You're running in circles
And I'm turning away
You refused to believe
Now I'm turning away