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