My Own Personal Gravity - P.M. Dawn

No, there ain’t nothing special 'bout my life, my egoism is so not

But oh so comfortably confusion ins my life, pleased to meet you baby, baby

'Cause I’ve got infinity to bring me a little paradise… there you are to

kiss me

Must you always live right now?

But I always see you right in the middle of

Everybody’s life, singing everybody wants me there, but everybody

Wants to put me down

What could be lonely 'bout you?

What could be lonely 'bout you baby?

You’re immaculately touched, and they love you that much

Whatever’s lonely bout you only makes me totally convinced that

My own personal gravity serves me well

Why am I always misinterpretting my guilt?

My happiness makes me sad sometimes

And I’m no guardian angel but I can loan you mine

They’re tickling all my precious depressions

So melancholy’s bringing me a little of what he calls paradise

I’m bored with my elation, it humors me to tears sometimes

But always manages to put a little hickey on everybody’s mind

Why does everybody want me here, but no one here can give me reasons why

Why do I do everything «dis» integration likes?

I’m grieving with my patience’s

patience

And all constant information tells me is… no one wants to put me down here

But everyone was dumb enough to come