Ode to Self-Love

Once lived a boy who was lost in his dreams 'Cause the real world was boring and sad Life was a stage with the curtain un-raised And praise was a quick pull away So he learned how to sing And some folks said nice things And it was there that he started to fall Could this be love, could this be love, could this be Feet hit the floor, he was thirsty for more And the future became all he had He'd work for tomorrow and fight through the sorrow When things didn't go how he planned And he lost what was true When anxiety grew like a monster he couldn't ignore Where is the love, where is the love, where is the Boy meets a girl who likes other boys more And he thinks that the problem is him So he strives for perfection so he'll be accepted But somehow, he never is He dreams of a wife and a cul-de-sac life Like the one that he knew as a child Searching for love, searching for love, searching for love Boy turns to man when he understands Love isn't something we earn We are enough but this world's awfully fucked And there's a hell of a lot to unlearn So he writes songs with his friends With a freedom within And that's where this story unfolds Oh, what a love, beautiful love, beautiful