Babies

You are your own worst of enemies Taking away from your body Keeping it covered in whole Pretending you’re not in your way Keeping it always the same At least I’ve already made it At least I’ve already won As hours turn over pages As days turn over the sun We look to mirrors it never lies Shaping the way of our bodies Inside it holds all the truth Buried beneath all you can say That this is where you’ll have to stay At least I’ve already made it At least I’ve already won As hours turn over pages As days turn over the sun Holding the weight of your body Feeling it can’t be all of me As our minds get clearer Taking a hold of our own world Leaning to what’s larger Then holding thoughts up your head Pertaining to our bodies At least I’ve already made it At least I’ve already won As hours turn over pages As days turn over the sun