Rare Life

Now easy does it,

I was inside my own head for too long.

Ignoring future me for the desires of my fading past.

Do I belong more where I am wanted or where I want to be?

Rare life is calling, but when is it sexy to be a good man?

But what do I stand to gain from the love of those who don’t love me.

By design it’s less pressure I don’t have to live with.

I want to talk about the thoughts I never let myself have.

I am okay with being obsessed with just one thing.

I tell myself to appreciate the job that I have.

But all I care about is making the music that’s in my head.

Coming clean with you, yea.

Suddenly? No, it’s been building up.

Don’t make me understand, you’re different from me.

If everyone else was really where they said they were with aging,

We’d all live our own damn lives, that’s the only thing to respect.