Expectations slide and diminish as I grow wiser and more superstitious
Presume it's low tide and finish with a wave that's astoundingly vicious
Don"t be fooled by my disguise as I continue to build and prepare for the worst
Every day I rise comes a surprise to my eyes with another heart quenched thirst
Oblivious pessimistic sheople treading in the desert, then they ask me for a drink
Reality cracked their rose colored glasses, now they see my glass teeter on the brink
So try and hope less and enjoy life more
Real optimism prevails from your core
You only want to talk to me when your hopped up on caffeine
And then you come crying with a popped open empty canteen
Relativity reminds us that it could always be worse or better
As technology blinds us to the simple pleasure of a letter
So wear your smiles across your faces like a filthy circus clown
Mine will travel miles and I won't let you all drag me down
Life's easy to waste chasing all the different quantities or amounts
But it´s the quality of taste of what's in your glass that really counts
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
Expectations slide and diminish as I grow wiser and more superstitious
Presume it's low tide and finish with a wave that's astoundingly vicious
Don"t be fooled by my disguise as I continue to build and prepare for the worst
Every day I rise comes a surprise to my eyes with another heart quenched thirst
Oblivious pessimistic sheople treading in the desert, then they ask me for a drink
Reality cracked their rose colored glasses, now they see my glass teeter on the brink
So try and hope less and enjoy life more
Real optimism prevails from your core
You only want to talk to me when your hopped up on caffeine
And then you come crying with a popped open empty canteen
Relativity reminds us that it could always be worse or better
As technology blinds us to the simple pleasure of a letter
So wear your smiles across your faces like a filthy circus clown
Mine will travel miles and I won't let you all drag me down
Life's easy to waste chasing all the different quantities or amounts
But it´s the quality of taste of what's in your glass that really counts
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