Campfire

Believe in yourself or someone else might
Peep a mirror with open arms, get held tight
It’s a whisper. Can you hear it? Get twelve mics
Amplify yourself from inside ’til it hits right

Got nine reasons you should try to maintain
Like Sherlock and Poirot detect the mundane
Facts to untrap your brain. Let loose since high school
And to yourself become so famous

With so many names I might as well be nameless
My way’s so light ‘cause it’s forged in titanium
Furnace to make this burn in your cranium
Fan your flame can’t say nothin’ I’m blameless

Come warm yourself by my campfire
Got so many bars it’s hard not to inspire
In fact I lack the part that sacks a big lineman
I’m nice and warm, come get cosy where I am

Playing the part, it’s another day in the park
Playing the part, it’s another day in the park

I spark the rhyme so they could call me the arsonist
Cuddle up one time and we can find what kind of spark it is
You got bars? You wanna write? Let’s shape this
Go from Uncle Joey in Full House to straight aces

Let’s find what color flame it is
You got red? (But you know some green could pay the rent)
Focus split ten ways won’t cover no bases
But one percent a day might straighten those laces

Radiate ’til this whole town glows
This goop missin’ calls from Gwyneth Paltrow
We keep rhymes fast even if they sound slow
Sometimes to climb you gotta start down low

Circuits get bent when sparks arc brightly
Ain’t nobody care when you chart like Miley
Seen from round the globe when you shine so highly
Stop playing the part, it’s another day in the park

Playing the part, it’s another day in the park
Playing the part, it’s another day in the park

When you catch fire you can feel your hands burn
My cold so catchy, might sneeze the answer
To life, the universe and everything in it
I pack my towel and remain independent

In it to win it like a royal cash purse
Phasers on life while I squeeze a blaster
Fantastic voyage of compassionate voices
A choice that lasts past a smoking master

Mikey said there could be a disaster
Kids say hi to your new youth pastor
Preach to new youth old messages of love
Above just hugs, I’m your church party crasher

Bottom line - all you owe this world is you
All you owe yourself is more you
Look in the mirror say “boo, you’re enough” it’s true
Ain’t nobody else could be you

Playing the part, it’s another day in the park