lately i've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart you'd think at my age i'd of thought of something better to do than making insecurity into a full-time job making insecurity into art and i fear my life will be over and i will have never lived unfettered always glaring into mirrors mad i don't look better
but now here is this tiny baby and they say she looks just like me and she is smiling at me with that present infant glee and yes i will defend to the ends of the earth her perfect right to be
so i'm beginning to see some problems with the ongoing work of my mind and i've got myself a new mantra it says: "don't forget to have a good time" don't let the sellers of stuff power enough to rob you of your grace love is all over the place
there's nothing wrong with your face love is all over the place there's nothing wrong with your face
lately i've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart