Andrew Paul Davis - Commercial Lyrics

I can't help but hope
I'm a person made for patience
These toes can't help but surpass
A sour narrative
It's the battle of the bulge
And I'm crawling across the concrete
You might mow me down
But I'll die
Knowing that I tried
I can't help but hope
For a tilt in the tide
And if not they better treat you
Better than simply alright
I might waste a year
Ruminating a reunion
Faking commercials
Brewing books
And becoming the best blob I can be
A sunflower in a field of ash
A non profit in a room of cash
You made my world a little less commercial
A chairman playing a piccolo
A cello breaking a bank window
You made my world a little less commercial
Collecting bits to help along
Our asinine swan-song race
Pitch your ad before it is too late
My list is at capacity
Thank you poison police city
And all who make everything more commercial