My Own Personal Gravity P.M. Dawn

No, there ain't nothing special 'bout my life
My egoism is so not
But oh so comfortably confusion is my life
Pleased to meet you baby, baby
'Cause I've got infinity to bring me a little paradise
There you are to kiss me
Must you always live right now?
But I always see you right in the middle of everybody's life
Singing everybody wants me there
But everybody wants to put me down

(chorus)
What could be lonely 'bout you? What could be lonely 'bout you baby?
You're immaculately touched, and they love you so much
Whatever's lonely 'bout you
Only makes me totally convinced that my own personal gravity serves me well

Why am I always misinterpreting my guilt?
My happiness makes me sad somehow
And I'm no guardian angel but I can loan you mine
They're tickling all my precious depressions

So melancholy's bringing me a little of what he calls paradise
I'm bored with my elation, it humours me to tears sometimes
But always manages to put a little hickey on everybody's mind
Why does everybody want me here, but no one here can give me reasons why