Finding Myself
I awoke early this morning with hopes of a better season
Only to find the sun would melt those self-centered reasons
I’ve rendered this weathered treason, a point to quit work
And in attempt to find myself, I toss a coin to this search
With my head to a tail, I flip it again to my back as it falls down
Then I leave my house with a half empty glass and I walk out
It just so happens that at the last step I catch a married man
With his buried hand, take an extra glance at a “Mary-Ann”
He moves towards my step for a better of view I’m assumin’
Of this beautiful women, who I think knew he was lookin’
Though not in tune with his movement, she took the hint
And with one look at him, another key to a room to give
I just wish I had it like he did, even with a wife and 3 kids
Its more of a problem for women to find him to sleep with
He lives with secrets and does more than drift pavements
I’d do just about anything, to just get out and switch places
“Lifes a bitch ain’t it” says a homeless who was watchin’ me
Unimpressed by the irony, I smile back with a nod and leave
It just so happens that at the next block down I spot a crowd
Surrounding now, a single man who stood out and bowed
I couldn’t count the amount of people that shout or grabbed
At this model’s hands, as he took the time to sign autographs
Then on his last, he took off and ran at a full-throttle tilt
Leaving me in awe of the people that would follow still
Now I wish I had it like this guy, with unoriginal style
Just say fuck it to school, but then get rich with a smile
What a business to dial, lets get my nude body painted
Throw that into a magazine and then call me famous
Bet he gets a new chick by the day, his life is somethin’
I’m tired of mines being a mother fuckin’ dime a dozen
And then it just so happens that, before I go home again
I get stopped in my tracks by the same old homeless man
And he says to me, “I know what you’re thinking kid,
You feel like a piece of shit, in a world so freaking big;
You’re lonely, not rich or famous, but even if its true
Life’s a bitch son, but you’re just bein’ a bitch too”