Tim Kasher - You Don’t Gotta Beat Yourself Up About It lyrics
[Tim Kasher - You Don’t Gotta Beat Yourself Up About It lyrics]
I don't want to be forgotten
I don't know why this is so important to me
Is this why people have children?
A hand me down legacy
Do we share the same struggle
To grasp the immortal?
Are we really such simple beasts?
We don't know where we come from
We don't know where we belong
We don't know when we'll be gone
But it can't be too long now
I don't want to be remembered
For all the tеrrible ways
We disgraced oursеlves
On the shoulders of murderers
A history like a police line-up
We raped and we pillaged
Each race
Every village
Then carved our leaders on their hill
They didn't know where we came from
They don't know where we belong
They didn't know when we'd be gone
It looks like we stuck around
I don't know what I'm doing
I'm just floating along with society
Shouldn't I be contributing?
Instead of constantly consuming
We complete education
Then snag a vocation
And then maybe a retirement party
Well if that's what you call a life
To many it sure sounds nice
Before that voice lashing out inside
Forever hammering like
That's my problem
My head's like a faucet
It runs hot and cold
And some nights I can't stop it
From calming to caustic
I can't make the cataract quit
This is my life's work
Questioning my worth
So what have I surmised?
Life's work and then you die
We don't know where we come from
We don't know where we belong
We don't know when we'll be gone
But you don't gotta beat
Yourself up about it
I don't know why this is so important to me
Is this why people have children?
A hand me down legacy
Do we share the same struggle
To grasp the immortal?
Are we really such simple beasts?
We don't know where we come from
We don't know where we belong
We don't know when we'll be gone
But it can't be too long now
I don't want to be remembered
For all the tеrrible ways
We disgraced oursеlves
On the shoulders of murderers
A history like a police line-up
We raped and we pillaged
Each race
Every village
Then carved our leaders on their hill
They didn't know where we came from
They don't know where we belong
They didn't know when we'd be gone
It looks like we stuck around
I don't know what I'm doing
I'm just floating along with society
Shouldn't I be contributing?
Instead of constantly consuming
We complete education
Then snag a vocation
And then maybe a retirement party
Well if that's what you call a life
To many it sure sounds nice
Before that voice lashing out inside
Forever hammering like
That's my problem
My head's like a faucet
It runs hot and cold
And some nights I can't stop it
From calming to caustic
I can't make the cataract quit
This is my life's work
Questioning my worth
So what have I surmised?
Life's work and then you die
We don't know where we come from
We don't know where we belong
We don't know when we'll be gone
But you don't gotta beat
Yourself up about it