My Horoscope Said It Would Be A Bad Year
I sit at this table and I stare at my hands
Everyday they go to look up
Their more like my dad's
And I trace these veins that run up and down my arms
From where I'm sitting, I trace sixty more years
And I've learned to count on nothing
'Cause most times its all I've got
And all I see is me, my roots are starting to ride
All you wanna do is win when your losing
You say you want some competition
Well, I'm not that strong
Just put away your ladder, I'm happy where I am
My fate seems clear to me man
It's out of my hands
And sometimes I feel like a genius
Other times I feel like a fool
My friends indulge me but most times I think I know it all
But mostly I feel like a little boy
I'd rather feel pain than show fear
I don't wanna make excuses
But my horoscope said it would be a bad year
Sometimes I see myself getting killed
On one of these big scary streets
And then I'd have nothing to live up to
And no expectations to me
All you wanna do is win when your losing
You say you want some competition
Well I'm not that strong
Just put away your ladder, I'm happy where I am
My fate seems clear to me man
It's out of my hands