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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