The Growlers Follow

If you're trying to get in his head
Then you're just wasting your breath
Cause he might as well be dead
There just ain't no getting through
If that's what you're trying to do

And for those who don't know him yet
He don't care if you ever do
He is faithful to himself
And it can't hurt to hear the truth
He just ain't concerned with you

They were mean, said they were silly dreams
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
And if you set out and find
Something better than what he left behind
Something you know is worth
All of this pain and hurt

He gets down on his own self
More than anybody else can
And it's easy to understand
But can't hurt to hear the truth
And he just ain't concerned with you

Cause spirits have their own minds
They can't be confined to fit between the lines
Spirits have their own minds
They can't be confined, they draw their own lies

It's alright tell them how it is
Even though it don't make you popular
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
You don't have to roll over

So for those who don't know him yet
He don't care when you ever do
He is faithful to himself
And it can hurt to hear the truth
He just ain't concerned with you

They were mean, said they were silly dreams
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
And if you set out and find
Something better than what he left behind
Something you know is worth
All of this pain and hurt

Spirits have their own minds
They can't be confined, they draw their own lines

It's alright tell them how it is
Even though don't make you popular
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
You don't have to roll over