Overslept - Manifest Destiny's Child Lyrics

I find you disingenuous
Like the house that I grew up in
Aesthetics always shifting
But the frame remains unchanging
Nothing short of demolition
Would rob you of your function
To exist in conjunction
With the evil that dwells outside the walls

But all I ever hear when you're near
Is a tiny violin playing you in
The cadence of your self confidence
Down tuned to something subordinate

But steady hands can still draw the shortest straw

But all our conversations
Are like fists hitting the pavement
Despite your knuckles conviction
The cement remains indifferent

Lost in neighborhoods I grew up in
Where form does not fit function
And there's nothing triumphant
About the mansions rich men live alone in

But all I ever hear when you're near
Is a tiny violin playing you in
The cadence of your self confidence
Down tuned to something subordinate

But steady hands can still draw the shortest straw