Lets Not Shit Ourselves(to Love And To Be Loved)

The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cries hard in an apartment complex, As I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city's driving me out of my mind. I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree, And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list. Meanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a great, wooden crucifix. He know that there are worse things than being alone. So, I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? Ambition, I've found, can only lead to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you. x4 I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, At least a telephone call home. Well, my teachers, they built the retaining wall memory, All those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily, But as least I got an 'A'. So I don't have them to blame. I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment Of all those public action figures the cowboy president. So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit When they've made a mistake. While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, He knows he don't have to say it, So it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" is really just "Popular Opinion." And the approval rating's high. And so someone's gonna die. Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. We are still the pawns in their game. As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see, And we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. Oh, and the Blues? I got the Blues! That's me! That's me! x4 Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled. Weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital. My father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..." He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again. So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency. While a million objects pass through my periphery. So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me. I've been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery; To love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough. x4