Rock song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree
How do you hold yourself up so well?
Is there something I missed, some kind of spell?
I know of some that have tried
But somehow they always fell
I’m so much better than you
I just figured that you should have knew
It couldn’t be much more cut and dried
We both jumped, how come you only flew?
Your stars were 3 and mine were 4
I don’t need to hear any of your folklore
This is getting old, more like a chore
“But wait”, don’t leave me here anymore!
Now let me get this clear
It’s all because of luck the reason you are here?
I’m ready, but when it’s time I always hide
So you really did this by rising above the fear?
I thought I was ready but you rose above
I guess you wanted it more, I confide
It’s a sense of security that I’ve grown to love
But I’m still better, you’re the pigeon – I’m the dove
Your stars were 3 and mine were 4
I don’t need to hear any of your folklore
This is getting old, more like a chore
“But wait”, don’t leave me here anymore!
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