Concrete Oaths

Hear this crucible town
That cooks up all it's sighs and frowns
And pastes them, to my mirrors on my walls
Sewn in at the seams
And scattered by degrees
By shiny little buttons
And crooked big old stones

I can't go down
I can't go down
I can't go down
To the shore to wade in till waist deep
Wasting time, time stretched years
My concrete oaths

I can't go down
I can't go down
I can't go down
To the shore to wade in till waist deep
Wasting time, time stretched years
My concrete oaths

So there it goes
The long shot six-figure salary
The plan of self esteem conquering
I concur I'm done

Boots come find your place