At the end of the day you either focus on what separates you
or you focus on what holds you together
Just because my parents aren’t divorced doesn’t mean that I’m not fucked up and of course, of course of course I love you
People accept the love they think they deserve?
Do we make them see what they deserve?
We can try
Slip Slidin’ Away- Paul Simon
God only knows
God makes his plan
The information’s unavailable to the mortal man
We work at our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we’re gliding down the highway when in fact we’re slip sliding away.
Something to believe in
You talk too much.
Maybe that’s your way
Of breaking up the silence
That fills you up.
But it doesn’t sound the same
When no one’s really listening
We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they’re empty.
Press my face to the ground
I’ve gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.
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