Unt

We get a sermon
Riding the subway
The preacher's spewing poison
At the crowd
We're going nowhere
Waiting for saviors
And if no one else
Will shut him down

It's up to me!
It's up to me!
It's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me!

Well there's a diner
That's old and dusty
And everybody takes a picture
When they pass
I sit for hours
Nursing my coffee
But i'd better order something
If i want the place to last

It's up to me!
It's up to me!
It's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me!

It's up to me!
It's up to me!
It's up to me, it's up to me!

We've got a problem
Because nobody
Is talking to each other
In this room
If I want to be
The world i want to see
I'll get off the phone

It's up to me!
It's up to me!
It's up to me, it's up to me, it's up to me!

It's up to me!
It's up to me!
It's up to me, it's up to