Grey Gordon- To Impart A Little Wisdom
In the back of your car
In the back of my mind
A question to vulgar to ask
How much time do you spend thinking of yourself
But I already know, yes I already know
'Cause when the light gleams off of your eyes
I realize the ugliness insidewe are such little things
Fear turns us into irrational beings
But I know it's not fear that drives you
It's something more desperate, something more deep
That reveals itself when you speak
I doubt if you even know its there this is the truest thing
The truest thing that I know
If you doubt yourself
Then you out yourself as human
We are collections
Of our ancestors, errors and (?) imperfections
We are much less than you think we are oh oh
We are collections
Of our ancestors, errors and (?) imperfections we are much less than you think we are, my love
I've made myself clear
It's the last of my years
As a martyr for love and for tears
I don't believe that's where we find ourselves
But that's not you"
Well how would you know?
You only see what I show
And that's not very much at all success is the oddest thing
The most honest thing I know
To make yourself you must take yourself to test
We are collections
Of our ancestors, errors and (?) imperfections
We are much less than you think we are oh oh
We are collections
Of our ancestors, errors and (?) imperfections
We are much less than you think we are, my love
To think we were in love
How does one learn to love oneself?