Is there something wrong?
“Is there something wrong?”
The glass answers with a smirk
A teardrop stained a photograph
Is there something wrong?

This is our war cry
We rally round and vanish
Into the summer sky

No parades for our returning
Protest songs were on the radio

Is there something wrong?
“Is there something wrong?”
The glass dropped to the floor
Shattered nerves and broken mirrors
10,000 ****** shards

You tell me nothing’s wrong

Draw a picture, slowly and with skill
Sad and sullen, draw a soldier
Holding his head in his hands
This is how it feels to lose a war
To understand what “surrender” means
Hard and hateful
But never sweet