See but now I’m looking for my value in my breath
I’m impressed
and I’ll breath this love until my final breath is
all that’s left

I’ve got two huge lungs
and no plans,
strong hands
and I can finally say
that I’m proud to be a man

and I’ll stand for criticism
but then I’ll stand up
I’m not a living victim
I’m a talented musician

and a loving and a thoughtful friend
In the end
I’ll deserve every word of praise
that my mother gave me

When I say ‘peace’ I mean it,
when I love you can believe it
When I show you I’m a human being,
everyone can see it

Look at me
I’m a loving human being
I’m so free
and so are you
(solitude)

I can look inside
and fall in love with what I’m seeing
When I love me
then I’ll love you too

It’s Soul Food

So the confession I have
is that I’m beautiful.
And it’s my duty to know it
so I haven’t been too dutiful.

I’ve realized now
my innate value
is important
and expressing it is suitable.

I didn’t do anything to you.
It was me that I love, hate or I release
(go in peace)

So I encouraged it,
this other people loving me.
The other option looks like self-defeat
(go in peace)

In a way I would say that I did the right thing.
I tried to tell you that I liked her,
we were having a fling.

I’ll let me love hover above
this meddlesome thing
that has it’s place and dying grace in devil’s kingdoms.

It was a miscommunication
and two egos that collided.
For the part I played,
I gave apology.

I saw that you loved her.
I loved her too.

No more self-deprecating ideologies.

I was looking for my value in
the things I had accomplished
like the women that I wanted
and the ones that had fallen for me
You know the story

Now I know it wasn’t worth it
I was working in earnest
I mean, I didn’t even deserve it
this fact I wasn’t worthless
But I just didn’t have the courage to say
“fine, Brian. She’s yours.”
Or even “Hey Brian, I think she’s mine.”
And so I led you to believe
I was a friend and not a thief
whose intention was to steal
and then to observe you spin your wheels
I’m like sorry

I’m sorry Brian
I don’t have an excuse
If I had an excuse it’d be used
I’m a little brother with a used excuse
and a follower who followed the abuse
I adjusted to environments
one shouldn’t adjust to
The environment, myself stand accused
But that shouldn’t make you sorry
because I’m the one who’s sorry
as I look to the past and I conclude
I’m sorry Brian

So the confession I have is
I was better than you
Or that’s how I thought and acted at the time
But I’ve realized since your innate value
I’m not afraid of all the ways it threatens mine

I tried to do to you what others did to me
My only measured worth was watching others’ envy
So I encouraged it
this anger and the jealousy
and all the while behavior remained friendly

And in a way
I would say that you were better than me
I mean the ways that you forgave
when you were settling things
I let my fear persevere
You watched my meddling bring
us to that place and then you faced me with your love

It was manipulative. It was subversive.
It was destructive and I’m here to say I’m sorry
I saw that you loved me.
I abused your trust
and I want to say again to you I’m sorry
I’m sorry Brian

I’m sorry Brian
I don’t have an excuse
If I had an excuse it’d be used
I’m a little brother with a used excuse
and a follower who followed the abuse
I adjusted to environments
one shouldn’t adjust to
The environment, myself stand accused
But that shouldn’t make you sorry
because I’m the one who’s sorry
as I look to the past and I conclude
I’m sorry Brian