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
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