Tinsel

When the point is grasped, who cares about the details?
The glamour of yesterday looks a bit just like tinsel
I'll wither out a laugh, And sit in my high chair
Pretend as if I don't care, about all that

I'm not buying God's favor, or karmic behavior, as gold to chance

Solomon in pleasure
Taqueria at midnight, speak as if right
Theres always more polls to measure
Bruise on the ego, looks like a crescent moon
Shouldn't block one's own view, there's always more angles to plow through

What's mine is mine, but what's In Half is ours, there's still hands held up waiting to fall

Hold up your pickets, claim it's in the name of white Jesus
The book of love says good riddance, in this instance
What's the net worth of a sparrows plight?
Would it make a difference if I was another and you felt fright?

You felt fright
You felt fright
You felt right
You felt right



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Writer(s): New Balance
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