I used to think
We were on the brink
I could just watch my fortunes grow
I used to think
Our ship was coming in
I'm not selling out, I'm cashing in
All of my chords
Were minor chords
No major six or B-diminished
All my rewards
Are just rewards
I'm not selling out, I'm cashing in
Every game was a waiting game
Every fuck was a flying fuck
Every pause was a pregnant pause
I'm not selling out, I'm cashing in
I can't follow any more
I am settling the score
I'm not selling out, I'm cashing in
Maybe my dreams
Were childish dreams
Maybe my songs remain unfinished
Maybe my flights
Were flights of fancy
I'm not selling out, I'm cashing in

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Dean Wareham