everything is deeper in lower case

eating at a middle class restaurant
staring at the bottom of a coffee cup
sitting in the middle of all these faces
i guess you could call them lower cases

scribbling words in a crowded journal
hoping to be heard instead of turned off
muffled chords to be softly played
and high voices, sounding so afraid

oh, we're so independent
what we mean, well we meant it
not sorry, for the things they've regretted, regretted

so afraid of something bigger than themselves
taxi cabs and cigarettes and the city smells
forget the lover's promises and the interest rates
comfort yourself staring at all the license plates

looking up at a big man in a big suit
will he tempt you to forsake your truth?
all they need is one word out of your mouth
and you've written a big sign that spells sell out