Tell yourself I’m spoiled and safe and indolent; I joke
My sadness a by-product of the endless grass I smoke
Tell yourself I’ve never known a day of want or fear
That, like yourself, I come home warmly welcomed as a peer
Tell yourself my hard work’s something paved by daddy’s cheques
Tell yourself my mama is the one who taught me kicks
Tell yourself to write me out whenever you are moved
And that the only outcome is for you
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loving the ukulele
Tell yourself I’m spoiled and safe and indolent; I joke
My sadness a by-product of the endless grass I smoke
Tell yourself I’ve never known a day of want or fear
That, like yourself, I come home warmly welcomed as a peer
Tell yourself my hard work’s something paved by daddy’s cheques
Tell yourself my mama is the one who taught me kicks
Tell yourself to write me out whenever you are moved
And that the only outcome is for you