"Whatever You Are" lyrics

You were Born the day that Ginsberg died
To a poet and his immigrant wife
In a town that was borderline comatized
Growing up smacking your head on the ceiling

You were never gonna be a varsity jacket, rehab graduate
Rich kid with God on the payroll
Someone who's folks are hoping they made a stunt double

Young or old we're all in the dark
Come back here whatever you are
Saint or psycho the sum of broken parts
I'll still hold you whatever you are

You're not anything you thought you'd be
Every morning like an old machine
You hot wire your heart so it beats
Enough to get you from the bed to the window
American dream, tucked under your arm
Whatever that means, whatever you are
Nobody here is needing you yet
Not sure you have any good excuses left

The speakers a blare
Salt in the air
They're calling the cops
I'm trying to care
What's a little more noise on south street

If they're selling the block
It's all gonna change
You're losing your hair
It brings out your face
You're striking out firing off
Everything you thinks worth holding on to

Your brother is fine
I won't let em drink
Your dads gonna cry
Your moms gonna drink
Every single night until Sunday
I'll remind them you're not dead yet

I'll watch the dogs they'll sleep on your bed
You'll leave when it's light
I'll be a wreck but you'll get a chance to be someone
That you didn't grow up hating