Self Service from French Bath by May Rio

I took a look inside myself
I remember it
And it hurt like hell

But if I had fallen on softer ground
I wouldn’t have the scars
To remind myself

To forgive
Those who don’t ask for it
When the signs read wrong
It’s okay to quit it

It’s hard to know what’s true
Get told what’s best for you
And if you’re losing light
Rest your tired eyes

When I slip up I’ll trip up fuck up give it up ‘cause you know what it’s what happens
Hope I’ll tell myself

Cool it off let it breathe
Break the fall with knowing
All that’s been good to me
Good to me
So much has been good to me

Hope I’ll tell myself

Slow it down
Things take time to live out
You might get it wrong
Welcome in the doubt

You’re a gift to me
My gift gives sweaty sheets
And if you’re getting tired
Rest your troubled eyes

Troubled eyes
Troubled eyes
Troubled eyes

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