There’s no way my mother can still love me
The way my father, my father said she did
More like a brother to the others, but to my sister
I am nothing but another statistic
When you’re birthed by seven women over 13 days,
superstitious happy endings seem farther away than you may want to believe
Although our brother is sleeping with our greatest enemy
we still love him like we did when we were kids
But if another of my brothers meets that reaper early
there will be nothing that can stop revolution
Now my mouth keeps running, but it’s running in place
And the mask I used to wear is now becoming my face
There’s no way I will be seen
I’ve learned to love myself
I’ve learned to love myself abandonment
(I believe fear cannot exist within the plan)
And if I feel myself I’ve learned to do it with the touch of death.
I’ve learned to love myself
I’ve learned to love myself abandonment
(I believe fear cannot exist within the plan)
So when you feel yourself
You should be careful with the touch of death
And now my lover is screaming
“Jason, can you love me the way you never even acted like you did?”
The problem I’m seeing with being so damn empty
Is the irony when you’re completely full of shit
When your mouth keeps running to a dangerous place
Can you really call it lost if you don’t want to be saved?
When it rains, it’s pouring on me
I’ve learned to love myself
I’ve learned to love myself abandonment
(I believe fear cannot exist within the plan)
And if I feel myself I’ve learned to do it with the touch of death
I’ve learned to love myself
I’ve learned to love myself abandonment
(I believe fear cannot exist within the plan)
So when you feel yourself
You should be careful with the touch of death
I’ve learned to love myself
I’ve learned to love myself abandonment
(I believe fear cannot exist within the plan)
And once you see it all, it’s all you see and I’m okay with that