Everyone is trying to make themselves better. Nobody’s quite good enough. Sometimes folks like to go on a self improvement kick, but it is easy to get carried away. You pick something about yourself, be it something external like your weight or your level of fitness, or something internal like your bad habits or intelligence, and you decide to change it. You imagine a better you. You imagine a better scenario facilitating better opportunities and relationships, and you examine what else you can change. The list grows longer until you realize that if you changed all of that you’d be somebody else entirely. It is good to make yourself better. It is not good to unmake yourself. And so here is this song.
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You might have said it before
That the world's like a gun
And it's cocked
And it's pointing at us
But we're sure nothing's wrong
So now we're turning inside
Picking apart what you're like
What you're not
Get to feeling a lot
It ought to be something else
You never get it all right
You never figure it out
That you're only your self
You can't be anything else
Tearing the pictures from walls
Burning them all
To replace what they mean
What they say about me
They don't say nothing at all
Gonna tear it all down
Gonna start from the rocks
Build it up
Build it out
Building something else
You never get it all right
You never figure it out
That you're only your self
You can't be anything else