For My Share Of Self Pity

I’m just a chance
No one quote legend
I’m a dead end forever
Either way I’m a feather
Got my own deal with gravity
Some luck and pretense
Got my life in my hands
And it only gets better
Thanks for your letter but I guess I’ll never read

Overly critical
I’m almost a miracle
Baby forgive me for my share of self pity
We can get physical
Weaker or infinite
We can get intimate as specie

Overly critical
I’m almost a miracle
Baby forgive me for my share of self pity

Overly critical
I mean deep when I flow
Whenever the wave hits me
Let the curtains up slow
I am here for the show to reveal life still in me
Still loving it for sure
Still amazed by the whole world widely connected by whatever we’re all feeling
Hey sista hey brotha
Tell mama to tell papa
Evolution find its way like water
Don’t bother, be better
It’s such a simpler matter than what we tend to believe at first
But that’s it
At least we tend to believe at first
Don’t you think
Can’t you fucking see, hm?