Chances - Subculture Sage

Chances are, cause I wear this silly grin

The moment you come into view

Chances are you think that I’m in love with you

Woah woah oh oh

Woah woah woah woah

Oh oh

Why do we do this to ourselves?

We do this over and over and over and over again

Round and round we go

(Round and round we go)

Ah, we’re all just going round in circles

If 1 equals 1 then how come so much that it hurts you?

The worst truth is the fact that this is all actually self-inflicted

You’ve only got yourself to blame if the whole thing ends in stitches

Still we ride on, and let bygones be bygones

Cause all we all we want is lo-o-ove

And we chase it like rat race for the papers

So a man stands for his baby

It’s a grand slam for the ages

I woke in love again

Who would have thought of heartbroken it would come again

Fuck it then

Might as well get a bun in the oven then

Don’t be selfish

It’s not like this planets overcrowded

Or that people should adopt more

Or clocked that recreation should just stop for a second

We’ve got babies having babies for their child support

What’re we doing?

Are we acting as we should?

Are we being proper humans?

If love’s the most powerful energy that exists

How come it only lasts a bit

And then afterwards feels like shit

We sit there and tell ourselves

«Nope, never again, love’s not for me, I’m going celibate friends»

And all it bloody takes is a half-decent conversation with the opposite sex

And you’re back on the act of mating

Never forsaken

Always the top of contemplation

And who can blame us?

the whole globe runs off fornication

Sex sells, so why are we not all millionaires?

I mean, someone’s making money but no one seems to care

Three quarters still asleep, living life within a dream

And working hard for 50 weeks and spending two to think in peace

We’re all trapped up in the circle of love

What’s found is then lost cause one thought it wasn’t enough

Chances are cause I wear this silly grin

The moment you come into view

Chances are you think that I’m in love with you

Ah, this is all just meant to be

A vicious circle of wishful purposed energy

And eventually we come to the concluded rest in peace that

Love is more about pain than it seems

It’s crazy how we do it

I mean, love is all there really is about us humans

We love each other, spiritually consciously coexist

But that same love of ego’s left society where it is, so

The question is can we truly love

Or will love ironically be the end of us soon enough

True love does exist

I believe to my gut

It just takes two souls to make it to take it through the rough

But, fuck

I mean easier said than done

Because paranoia’s a bitch and jealousy’s a cunt

And how we think we’re ready to share love with someone else

When we can’t even love this planet, let alone ourselves

It’s like we should take our hearts and put it on a shelf

And just leave that there for you and nobody else

But of course the opposite sex can love each other

We’ve got fathers, brothers, sons, daughters, sisters, and mothers but

Husbands and wives?

well that normally ends in troubles

Sweet honeymoon period then *pop* goes your bubble

You can stay together and in love just like some do

But ask those who aren’t and they’ll tell you it’s a struggle so

Are we all destined for cursed marriage?

Or is it that nothing come easy that’s worth having

It’s up to you what you do with love once you’ve found it

You can feed it from your soul or let your ego drown it

I stand astounded

Have I clocked it here in this rhyme?

Love’s only relevant to an actual period of time

I sit back and smile through my crooked teeth

I’m done looking for love

I’m gonna let love come look for me

Chances are cause I wear this silly grin

The moment you come into view

Chances are you think that I’m in love with you