For the Better

I can see it in your eyes It’s a selfish mans pride And I can see it in your eyes You should probably let it die “Live and let it die” “Live and let it die” “Whether aught to us unknown afflicts us thus” Mood swings and jealousy Why it contradicts the trust The same as a man with three fingers Two blues singers and a tenor Caught a misdemeanor trying to make an honest living Doing things the right way, earned me a trip to prison Putting that Brookshire’s wardrobe on and selling wafers and crèmes Is no safer than a drug dealers scheme I call it for a day and live it for the rest of my life Perhaps this will unselfishly bring rest into my nights A young man sieged in the endless city lights I reminisce on better thoughts Reluctantly I fail to count your pity twice Your Sympathy was only lively advice And I can see it in your eyes It’s a selfish mans pride But I can see it in your eyes You should probably let it die