Dinner for Four
See as we grow older our passion grows colder
Our hearts are begging us to keep them a little warmer
There’s something we can do
As starting as beginners
We can love the losers and love the winners
We can love the hate and love the sinners
But we can never fully appreciate those fulfilling dinners
Sitting at the table with mum and pop
You could be doing this or you could be the one being shot
The man down the road, yeah he didn’t have it like that
An innocent man who lived a life on the back slab
Always falling apart, always running the wrong track
It’s only a matter of time before it all comes back
Maybe if you were to see your family
From this mans’ eyes
Maybe you would see, that kind of thing is lucky
And you live it up better than most lives
Don’t take for-granted the life you live
Because others are not so lucky but still solemnly give
Everything they have
Whether it’s a bottle of water or an old ripped map
Give it to the less fortunate who’ve got nothing but a slap
Across their face
Across their minds
Some of them didn’t deserve it
Actually most are that kind
If we can learn to love the things we have
Then we’ll feel no reason to dab
Over barring makeup to cover up the scabs
The cuts on our wrists, our bodies we have
Don’t take for granted; this body is your own
This life is your own you don’t have to walk alone
See I’m a special kind of kid
Loving the world I’m living in
But at the same time I hate it all
It’s a feeling I can’t ignore on call
Rhyming redial to fit the fall
But I’ll never reset the ringer ‘cause I’m not that small
I’m important to some, not a lot but that’s fine
Maybe someday someone will read this rhyme
And they’ll come to find that life
Isn’t as bad as it’s cracked up to be
I hope to free the world starting with my company
Maybe they’ll put down the razor
Maybe they’ll hold their wrists high
And show the world that they are strong enough to survive
Don’t be ashamed of the colors that fade
Across your skin, a little more each day
They should’ve never been, they shouldn’t exist
But you’re still alive today
You’re still breathing
And darlings that’s okay
It’s okay to have battle scars
It’s okay to hate who you are
But to whoever or whatever made you feel this way
I’ll tell them how beautiful you are
Beggars aren’t choosers, nah I’m a different kind of breed
And maybe someday more people will see
Just what I have to say, just what I believe
If you want to try you can fly and set your wings free
Magic exists I know it does
It’s a little something I like to call
Love, my friend
Love
