Vimanas - Used to Be Lyrics

You're not the soldier you used to be
Tattered green standard grown heavy
Marching offbeat unsteadily

You're not the artist you aim to be
Your artifice contrived from an inkling
Its beauty barely convincing

You're not the family man you ought to be
They purse their lips at you in exile
The family tree is cut down, turned to paper, kept on file

You're not the intellect you thought you'd be
Head gets weary as its carries the worries of its wearer
Sinks deep in the pillow where its buried

Your love just isn't comforting
Its awfully daunting
And costly in a fool's economy

Isn't it strange the way the days they frame a picture filled
With what you always wondered if it would or will
Instead we spill our guts on screen for dollar bills

You're not the soldier you used to be
Burned and turned to ash already
Singed and fringed and weathered