663. Real Love / The Weight of the World

My head’s been full,
of this useless information.
A little hard luck from when I was young and dumb,
But my hands don’t know, they still haven’t learned,
to shake like they should.
If my memory lives, it’s gonna live on alone.

I don’t care about real love,
I just want a world that can bear it’s own weight.

Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies,

they will cease;

where there are tongues,

they will be stilled;

where there is knowledge, it will pass away. … And now these three remain:

faith,

hope and

love.

But the greatest of these is

love.

— 1 Corinthians 13:13

Every day,
Another dead end situation.
A little hard work never killed anyone.
But my heart doesn’t know,
It still hasn’t learned to break like it should,
If I’m gonna lay down, I’m gonna lay down alone.