Blue Jean People

It's not like you didn't know
Or couldn't know
Or wouldn't know
Maybe even shouldn't know

It's not like it hasn't been
Or couldn't have been
Or wouldn't have been
Maybe even shouldn't have been

Your blue jeans leave me empty inside
As hollow as they are tattered
It's as if the denim made you smile
And anything I say never really mattered

Blue jean people holding hands
Making me die inside everytime I see them
Look at them, marching with the band
And act as if I'm lucky to sing their hymns