just notes on how I've felt |
I confused love with hard work. always waiting for the axe to fall Belief can close your eyes and force your hands And drinking can make u forget how thirsty you're getting If I weren't lonely, I'd miss the clarity of solitude You asked if I ever cry Crying is just suffering with a question mark and insanity is fear inherited I'm grateful would the pain, now At least hurt less than it did before But those compromises pile on The urgency of joy's instinct shrugged away With fingers crossed for a cosmic do-over But time is not for sale Even though everyone's buying In all of us is the feeling that: When the meteor spring cleans Its a familiar memory, a lost friend like clarity in calamity (aksndnrjejiSJWSKADJFLAKJDW) Maybe I just want a small patch Of grass and a tall fence To sleep under the stars And a bulldozer. It's a trite, crude joke, whatever it is that allows us to trample towards blood-lust And only feel regret if we're the loser. You'd be a better parasite if u made me happier I grit my teeth when u twirl ur hair and speed in the car I wish we could all see through each other And weep for each other's lies one last time But our recycled souls Await birth in the soil |