A mouthful of grace
Is what everyone thinks they have.
They talk a lot
but they don’t really say anything at all.
I’m still trying to find out
Why are we such an interest for people
Well, I don’t care the things people say
I just care what’s in your mouthful of grace.
I think about you, then, I think of me,
Then, I think about what my momma said.
There could be an us, it could be someday,
But I don’t really want to think about that.
I’ll leave our way on destiny’s hands
Cause I don’t really need more troubles.
Or maybe, this time, you could take care of this
Cause I’m tired of my mouthful grace.
There may be many universes
and multiple chances, but we’re here.
And I’ll stand all the time I want,
One way or another,
‘Cause I need you around.
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