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I'm a SKA kind of guy who writes SKA. SKAAAAAAAA!
Anyway, I like happy music. Thus, this song about living for every tomorrow to be better than today. Kind of simplistic in some places, and I like to think inspired in others. C4C


They say I'm inhaling death
Getting closer to my maker with every breath
My time is borrowed
I should be filled with sorrow

All I have to say is
I've had enough of this

I'm going to live on my own terms
Not sitting in a bed thinking of better days
For I want the date I leave this Earth
To be laughing my loudest at the thought of fate

The irony, it won't escape me as I take the plunge
I won't do it myself by a knife or gun
No, I'll brazenly look up towards the sky
And wake up every tomorrow thinking today I die

They want me to give in
To see me hang my head with defeat
But I'll just keep defying them
Until my maker I meet
For on that day I'll be content
And I swear on my life nothing will dent
This philosophy I keep

I hope this doesn't make you confuse me for being optimistic
More often than not, actually, I am pessimistic
Because I live by logic, but logically it's plain to see
It's not productive to waste a day above ground, wallowing in self-pity

This truth is not absolute if we keep deluding ourselves
As we become immersed in the opinions of someone else
We've all faced our trials
We've all made made our sacrifice
And it's alright once in a while
To ask for some friendly advice
Because I haven't made it this far on my own
No, I got here with a few good people and this guitar I strum

Call me if you stumble, and I'll gladly break your fall
Know that you can confide your secrets in me, one and all
And I hope like me when you meet your end
You'll be able to leave with a smile and no regrets

Don't worry about any payment to send
Because between us there are no debts

They want us to give in
To see us hang our heads in defeat
But we'll just keep defying them
Until our maker we meet
For on that day we'll be content
And swear on our lives nothing will dent
The philosophy we keep

Call me if you stumble, and I'll gladly break your fall
Know that you can confide your secrets in me, one and all
And I hope like me when you meet your end
You'll be able to leave with a smile and no regrets

Well, it's at times like these that the smaller things
Are what get us through eternity
And though they say nothing in life is free
That is a lie obviously
Because I believe
I've never given my love attached to strings
God came to me the other day, and he asked whether or not we had any Crisco. I didn't quite know what to say to that.