I don’t have much to offer,
only two restless eyes,
all the music I’ve heard
and a great hunger for life
and understanding.
I can’t give you more
because I don’t have it.
I haven’t earned
the right to have it.
I must admit,
I don’t like when I’m wrong,
I hate the Beatles,
life has cheated on me,
same as everyone.
I offer you
the will to go chasing
that world I don’t understand,
an awake mind to see
where the truth lies,
the joy of waking up
with a Strokes song,
infinite wrath to face
every injustice we find,
the courage to understand
the moment to say goodbye.
I offer you trying
to make you happy,
the most true promise I have.
