But fuck me

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I think I get it a wee bit more,
Maybe I've done the rounds,
It's no' yer cash, yer job, nor the price of where you've been.
It's no' the suit, the bank accounts, the contracts,
When everything fades away,
It's yer heart that's left standing there.

I've been running like a daft cunt
After things that slip right through my hands,
I mistook success for wanting to be myself.
I wanted to touch the stars,
I touched the ceiling instead,
Now I wonder why I live
Like I've got folk tae answer tae.

Maybe I've figured it out...
Or maybe I'm just a fucking idiot caught up in it.

Caught in stories that look a lot like truth,
I take three wee coincidences for signs sent tae me.
A song playing in a pub, your name in a magazine,
And suddenly, inside my head,
We've already been naked together.

I'm fucking daft,
I mix hope up with confirmation.
I see doors in walls, miracles in every apparition.
I can turn yer silence into some subliminal message,
And take a two-in-the-morning "seen"
For a romantic invitation.

But fuck me...

Life is beautiful.
It's beautiful like something you notice far too late.
I look at it, think about it,
And I'm already running behind.
Like a preview of her life
That I'm watching from the back row.

Life is fucking beautiful,
But I see right through it,
Like her yellow dress underneath the summer sun.
I watch her through my glass.
I do fuck all.
I just sit there admiring her.

I've spent too many years trying to understand the world,
When maybe all I had tae do
Was watch the seconds go by.
The coffee going cold,
The pals laughing,
A song coming back round
When the night takes off.

I wanted tae plan everything,
Measure everything, understand everything.
I tightened the screw so fucking hard
I ended up twisting it.
Now I let it slip through my tired hands.
If it wants tae leave, let it go...

At least I got tae watch it.

It's no' yer money.
It's no' yer job.
It's no' yer size.
Couldnae give a fuck.

It's who loved you.
Who made you laugh.
Who saw you hit the floor
And didnae look away.

And maybe I'm still fucking daft,
But for once, I couldnae care less.

'Cause if I'm completely off the mark,
Then let me dream.
I've still got plenty in the bag.

I'd rather be mad about a life I misunderstood
Than be clear-eyed
In front of one that holds no surprises.