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Gardens
I will not settle for second best yet.
I raise a toast to bettering yourself,
To making changes, to having self worth.
I’m done doing the things are not fun.
I’ll find a way to be with my loves,
And even if I fail I’ll know I’ve tried,
To be a better person be someone I like.
I’m done pretending I like my job,
It pays all right but it fucking sucks.
I’d rather be poor and be something,
Than get paid to be nothing.
I am done with those that have no conscience,
That make no attempt or an effort to better themselves,
Or think that they are owed anything. You make your own luck.
The only thing that should matter is
Are you better than you used to be?
More skilled good willed generous and kind?
Or are you just devoid of passion, with no time for friends,
Or those in need of help?
This is a statement of intent, of elation.
Get away from me. You make no sense to me.
How can you be happy with your life so bleak?
Never trust a man who doesn’t have any passions,
What is he doing behind closed doors?
It might be something really messed up,
Something reprehensible like sitting around waiting for his death.
Maybe I won’t realise all my plans and ideas,
But at least I will have tried and I will have lived.
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Secret Gardens
Your self-deprecation seems counter-intuitive,
There is something wrong with you,
And there is something wrong with me, and everybody.
We exist in a world, where perfect doesn’t,
But people will always try and tell you it does,
Just to keep you struggling.
So lets go be fucked up together,
Embrace our own oddities and our scars.
Lets go get more fucked up together,
Become more weird and easy to remember.
Perfect doesn’t exist,
Unless you think non-existence is.
Additional vocals by Teshay Golding
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