You Could Make This Place Beautiful

I think a lot of us wake up in middle age and start to kind of reckon and take stock of all the different choices we took. And what I found was that there were a lot of pieces of me that I had sort of snipped off and bargained away over time in order to be good. There's another line you have is love is a perfect pit on my otherwise rotten fruit which was kind of wow, that's a mess. You could make this place beautiful doesn't preclude all of the cracks in the plaster that need to be either fixed or art needs to be purchased and hung over it.