Some had life ****** upon them
And they resent that it's called a gift
Suffering life with little so hope
It starts to feel like a grift

They don't tell you it doesn't get easier
And there's no mention of a return
It's just survival for the sake of survival
How do you live and not learn

Billions of carbon based lifeforms
All just meandering about
Thinking they've got all the answers
Not a one of them has any clout

They didn't ask for an invitation
And they wouldn't have come anyway
Though they were more or less kidnapped
And for now it's here they must stay

Break every bottle you have, then set the floor on fire.
Then drag me across the room and tell me what I mean to you.
In the moonlight overlooking a great blue field.
Cast me down into the surf.
And tell me why.
Until your throat dries out and your blinded by the saltiness of your own tears.
Hold me up to the void and let's curse the gods together.
We can tear away at each others flesh until our souls stand naked before a rising sun.
And when it's over.
When the world falls silent and the winds finally cease their eternal race.
I'm going to look at you one last time.
And laugh.

There may come a day when the wind will abrade me, when it'll cease in feeling like breath on the nape of my neck.
The sun will seem crueler and callous, I'll feel that I've lost it as a friend and instead it'll only begrudge me.
But it is not today.

Fire and whiskey, and here I am
Alone with thoughts of you
To bask in what's left of the day
And to wonder just what is true

I gotta warn ya, before I scorn ya
It isn't what you think
My love for you could fade away
With just another drink

Though while it last
For what it is
Which isn't really much
Let's pretend for just a minute
That you remember me as such

We break upon each other
Like two waves
One retreating, one forthcoming
Melting into one another
An ethereal dream
Where a thousand sunsets meet a thousand sunrises
Exposed like a nerve endings
Shapeless, we converge and fall apart again
Over and over
Fingers outstretched over an event horizon
Never quite losing sight of one another
Lost and found and lost again
Where will I find you when

Oh to be of such terrible character.
You'd think it would accompany grief.
Nay says I with such attributes.
Tis can be but relief.

Will they or won't they like you?
You already know the answer.
So drink as much as you like
And then belt out some Tiny Dancer.

It solves all your problems in earnests.
Will you ever be happy, maybe succeed in life?
Of course not because you're terrible.
You'll get nothing but hate and strife.

How you'll go about your days.
Wondering if they'll be finest kind.
Or course not you hapless idiot.
Because of you and what's in your mind.

So fret not if you'll ever find love.
Or a sensible reason for being.
Just soak in the fact that you're awful.
The relief is sorta like peeing.