My Horoscope Said It Would Be A Bad Year - Beulah

I sit at this table and I stare at my hands

Everyday they go to look up

They’re more like my dads

And I trace these veins that run up and down my arms

From where I’m sitting, I trace sixty more years

And I’ve learned to count on nothing

'Cause most times its all I’ve got

And all I see is me, my roots are starting to ride

All you wanna do is win when you’re losing

You say you want some competition, well, I’m not that strong

Just put away your ladder, I’m happy where I am

My fate seems clear to me, man, it’s out of my hands

And sometimes I feel like a genius, other times I feel like a fool

My friends indulge me, but most times I think I know it all

But mostly I feel like a little boy, I’d rather feel pain than show fear

I don’t wanna make excuses, but my horoscope said it would be a bad year

And sometimes I see myself getting killed

On one of these big scary streets

And then I’d have nothing to live up to

And no expectations to me, oh

All you wanna do is win when you’re losing

You say you want some competition, well, I’m not that strong

Just put away your ladder, I’m happy where I am

My fate seems clear to me, man, it’s out of my hands