Letra de Compersion

But anyways
Before I leave, I wanted to say
"Look where you please
But you will not find
A better friend than yourself"
Nowadays, it's fairly apparent
I suffer from severe disenchantment
I've made my bed with a nice pillow and no truth
But really, it's okay
Call me tomorrow
Put it into perspective
There's no one to blame
It's just one of those sins
That comes with the moment
It's out of our hands and over our heads
And that's great
But where is the comfort?
And what is the sure thing?
Now home is a luxury
I crawl up and sink in my love
See, heaven's a let-down
And God is exhausting
Us pseudo-intellectuals say
"This is why we need our vices"
See, heaven's a let-down and god is exhausting
Us pseudo-intellectuals say this is why we need our vices
We're doomed to be always in love with the fragile things
Chronically low on my gas and batteries
While I'm battling the itch to be great
So this is the comfort
And this is the heart ache
Lesson learned as animals
Everything else seems arbitrary