We, The Uninspired

Hey, Miss Die-a-little
Cuts and bruises will always heal
But you still pick your poisons
When you dream of alcohol and pills
Hey Miss Die-a-little
How do you expect yourself to live?
Punch me awake, we're the uninspired
There'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired
This world is for the living, not the dead
But we're still the uninspired
Hey, Mr. Always-wonder
Why's the inside of your head so filled?
You can't see your future
Through all the walls that you've ever built
Hey, Mr. Always-wonder
How do you expect yourself to live?
Punch me awake, we're the uninspired
There'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired
Maybe it's the standing still that kills what's alive inside us
This world is for the living, not the dead
But we're still the uninspired
March me in with the rank-n-file
Bury me in deep denial
I'll just sit and blankly smile
With the rest of the uninspired
Punch me awake, we're the uninspired
There'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired
Maybe it's the standing still that kills what's alive inside us
This world is for the living, not the dead
But we're still the uninspired
We're still the uninspired