You're self centered its relentless
How far you'll go to convince us
That your life is perfect
Better than the rest
While I struggle to stay put
Leave the knives in the drawer
Struggle to be good
What if some of us are meant to be sweet
And the rest of us mean?
I think I'm both
I certainly see a resembling insecurity about us each but also the sharp turn of head when you say something dumb,
I'll eat you for breakfast you little ****
Instead I say yes please, oh baby I'd love to
Your eyes are like meadows mowed