I Don't Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You

let's stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we
 sing are as much a product of our privilege
as the clothes on my back and the phone call i made to my 
mom last night. let's stop this talk of
action because action comes easy it's the moments just 
before that are hard, when i've got to get
my voice and my fist on the same page as my heart. let's 
stop this talk of them because the things we find 
deplorable in politicians, ceos and cops are the same 
things that will tear ourselves apart. and let's stop this 
talk of words because words like dishonesty selfishness and
 greed aren't as distance to us as we'd like to believe.

so please, the next time you're smashing
the state, don't go breaking my heart. because i know that 
when we pick up the pieces, the only thing
left will be the same empty rubble that's made up every 
revolution that i've ever known to make me believe and lose
 faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.

they say that the beauty's in the streets. but when i look 
around, it seems more like defeat. i'm afraid that this 
fight that we're all caught up in will make us the same as 
that which we oppose.

so please, the next time you're smashing the state, don't 
go breaking my heart. but i know that we can
pick up the pieces and build something new, something 
different. that's not like every revolution that i've ever 
known that can make me believe and have faith in humanity 
and we'll all breath a breath of fresh air.