Heaven is Overrated

I have taken my motor bike down the Pacific 101

and I have stood atop the Empire State Building with my father

I have ridden the fear, although I was afraid

Every single time

I’ve learned that every waking moment is enough

And excess never leads to better things

And only piles and piles on atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you

Like breathing and chasing and slow dancing

And love making

fighting and, laughing

I am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet

However, I am loyal to a fault

to anyone I find kindness in

I do not and will not fear tomorrow

Because I feel as though today has been enough

I’ve got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone

And I think fear and Fridays have got an awful lot in common

They’re overdone and glorified

And always leave you wanting

Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common

They’re overdone and glorified