If it ain't in my heart

Everyone keeps telling me that only Sundays,

Are for staying in bed,

And doing nothin' but waste and wither away,

Well I do it everyday instead,

'Cause whatever purpose my life had long ago,

Is now utterly gone,

Don't know why, it just ain't in me anymore,

It scapes my mind, the reason.

Though, the outcome's truly appealing,

Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',

No concerns, no responsabilities,

The mementos I'm making are neither good nor bad, they're just memories,

Though everyone seems in dissagreement with this way to live,

It puts my mind at ease.


They say it's not wrong to acquiesce,
As long as you do so,
To their plain and emotionless requests,
Even when you know,
In yer heart you oughtta do something else,
Oh no, it ain't easy to live,
Specially when you have no room to breathe,
It's better to forget it all,
And just let yourself be.


You'll see the outcome's truly appealing,

Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',

No concerns, no responsabilities,

The mementos you'll be making will be neither good nor bad, they'll be just memories,

Though everyone will seem to be in dissagreement with this way to live,

It'll put your mind at ease.

I ain't gonna do what ain't in my heart,

This is who I've been right from the start.