The Glorification of Small Victories

Wake up in the morning
We be like yeah
Make it home in the evening
We be like yeah
Get a kiss from my baby
We be like yeah
Put some food in my belly
We be like yeah
Ooh
There there my love
It’s the small victories that count
And our victories not only count
But they can bleed and smell as well
Let me tell you 'bout it
It fills you up, it turns you loose
It fills you up, it turns you loose
It fills you up, it turns you loose
It fills you up, it turns you loose
It fills you up, it turns you loose
It fills you up, it turns you loose
It fills you up, it turns you loose
My freckles
Our resolve
Of collapsed constellations
Like the stars that fell in Alabama baby
That night
My freckles
Our resolve
Of collapsed constellations
Like the stars that fell in Alabama baby
That night
Wake up in the morning
We be like yeah
Make it home in the evening
We be like yeah
Get a kiss from my baby
We be like yeah
Put some food in my belly
We be like yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We be like yeah
Yeah
We be like yeah
Yeah
We be like yeah
We be like yeah
We be like
We be like
We be like
We be like
We be like
We be like
We be like