Testo di Present/Infant

Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do Than making insecurity into a full time job Making insecurity into an art And I fear my life will be over And I will have never lived in unfettered Always glaring into mirrors Mad, I don't look better But now here is this tiny baby And they say she looks just like me And she is smiling at me with that present infant glee Yes, and I would defend to the ends of the earth Her perfect right to be, be, be, 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