When life gives you lemons, you paint that shit gold.
Just been runnin’ around the globe tryin’ to do my thing
Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed
Other times I’m not sittin’ on enough cash
And other times today feels too much like the past
Sometimes at night I would watch y’all fight
A child wonderin’
Why your life just ain’t alright?
What’s the violence about? Why’s it in my house?
And even the memories are turned up too loud
You can be winner you can be a loser
Gotta wake up when you here the rooster
Sometimes its just too simple to live your life wrong
Gotta do right for you when the time comes
She said that she still wants a friendship
She can’t live her life without me as a friend
I can’t figure out why I’d give a damn to what she wants
I don’t understand the now before the then
I’m so hopeless I’m suicidal daily,
If you and I can’t co-exist, let’s fake it.
Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun,
enough to acknowledge the flaws you can’t ignore
and recognize the cause of what’s done is done,
more than enough to put my name behind my ideals,
and neglect my logic twice daily.
enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky with gems,
when I remember how you used to call me baby,
enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of
why you wept,
enough to curse any man who can’t appreciate the depth of the ocean I swam
till I ran out of breath.
I love you, don’t ever fucking question that,
that’s why we’ll probably never get along.
if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn’t need to write
these mother fucking songs.