Present/Infant

Lately i've been glaring into mirrors

Picking myself apart

You'd think at my age i'd have thought of

Something better to do

Than make insecurity a full-time job

Make insecurity into an art

I fear my life will be over

And i will have never lived it unfettered

Always glaring into mirrors

Mad i don't look better

But now here's this tiny baby

And they say she looks just like me

And she is smiling at me

With that present/infant glee

And i would 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