Yes, apparently, I need only think of a song and there it is
That’s what’s queer
Shit’s queerer than me
When was the last time indeed
Oh I don’t know
I don’t know now as much as I didn’t know earlier when I thought of this song while writing
I hope there’s a me someday
Who doesn’t have to live in dreams
If you howl I’ll sing okay?
I never really get to sing
Maybe I’m calling the rain
Wow, you’ve got them queued up and everything
It’s always funny when the opener is Eleanora
You almost wish it was for me
I wish I could see it
Something really telling me to keep going
When I say I’m hopeless
They just don’t know what to say
It’s hopeless
Yet here I am
I wonder what it’s like to have a reason to live?
Even if I reach for it
It’s ever out of my reach
I don’t know what you were expecting
It can’t be this right?
And being able to think summon songs is all great and stuff
But it’s not even close to what I want
Another fun trick I’ll never prove
Maybe my crazy has affected the Universe
I wonder what it’s for
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