Hickory

No matter what they say I'll never be that way,
and if they pressure me I'll be the way I'll be.
It separates at the seams,
we hold futures, we tarnish dreams.
The shovels dig into your soul,
the dirt fills up every hole.
We'll hide away, we'll stay the same.
Through these eyes I see a line undivided,
it breaks in time.
We'll hide away, we'll stay the same.