Sweet Rejection

Call it bad luck Call it self-fulfilling prophecy, I guess Call it a shame Call it good old-fashioned Lack of talent I could really not care less And Chris says it ain’t happened Cause I’m not playing enough shows Whether he is right or not I don’t believe that Anybody really knows Oh, sweet rejection You might be my oldest friend So how can one so well-acquainted Still retain such thin skin There goes another year Waiting for the tide to come in You get old Thinking that the best is yet to come You forget You’re not in control Of when you’re done Could be from a stray bullet From a fight five blocks away You’re dreaming about tomorrow Thinking what you should have done Yesterday, oh no Oh, sweet rejection My familiar little prayer Trying to imagine What my life would be If you weren’t there Here goes another year Keeping it all up in the air The thing is I Kind of think I like it Being fortune’s favorite fool Makes for one hell of an excuse There’s an incentive To stay out here on the run Trying to wrap a line around That big old burning sun Because if you can see That I’m not done Then you might just agree And between you and me We can call it bad luck Or a deterministic Immutable law Call it anything Just don’t you dare say It’s anyone’s fault Oh, sweet rejection Have you come to sing me home I always thought much better of you In times when I was not alone Here comes another year Making it all up as I go