But Why Would You Care? Lyrics

These hands are broken and callused
But nobody seems to notice
And you yelled it into permanence

Have you ever come to hate
The very thing that you helped to create?
'Cause that's how I feel everyday

I am expendable
But I guess that's just the way things go
I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes
Losing faith in what brings you hope

I am expendable
But I guess that's just the way things go
I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes
Losing faith in what brings you hope

On the outside looking in
Or on the inside sitting in the corner
It's all the same to me
It's all the same to me

I got my hopes
I thought I was out of the shadows
But I'm buried six feet underneath
What I worked four years to achieve

While they were sleeping
While you were sleeping

I am expendable
But I guess that's just the way things go
I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes
Losing faith in what brings you hope

Home alone where all of my doubts are born
Home alone where all of my fears are formed

I'm sick and tired of hating who I've become
It's getting worse everyday I spend home alone
Writing myself to death stands in place of sleep
I am an unlocked door, and you're a fucking thief

You could hear me out, but why would you care?
No, why would you care at all?

You could hear me out, but why would you care?
No, why would you care at all?

I'm sick and tired of hating who I've become
It's getting worse everyday I spend home alone
Writing myself to death stands in place of sleep
I am an unlocked door, and you're a fucking thief

Yeah, you're a fucking thief

(Thanks to Daniel Frank (Dracovox) for these lyrics)