My Horoscope Said It Would Be A Bad Year Songtext

von Beulah

I sit at this table
And I stare at my hands
Every day they grow
They look more like my dad's
I trace his veins they run
Up and down my arms
From where i'm sittin'
I trace sixty more years
And i've learned to count on nothin'
'cause most times it's all I got
And all I see is me
My roots are startin' to rot

All you want to do is win
When you're losin'
You say you want some competition
Well i'm not that strong
Just put away your ladder
I'm happy where I am
My fate seems clear to me when out of my hands

And sometimes I feel like a genius
Other times I feel like a fool
And my friends indulge me
When most times I think I know it all
But mostly I feel like a little boy
I'd rather feel how much I feel
I don't wanna make excuses
But my horoscope said it would be a bad year

And sometimes I see myself gettin' killed
On one of these mysterious streets
And then I have nothin' to live up to
And no expectations to meet

All you want to do is win
When you're losin'
You say you want some competition
Well i'm not that strong
Just put away your ladder
I'm happy where I am
My fate seems clear to me when out of my hands