SCREW YOU SATAN

if you wanna be an artist
you gotta learn how to crash and burn
Especially when times get tough
and pointless wars rage on
Do it for your grandkids
Look strange from the sidelines
Find space in the confines
Of ordinary realities unexplored
Its ok to be bored, bored with beig ok
I know y’all just wanna hear the hits
but what if instead i just give you this?
This love we claim, is a kind of pain
a sad memory from another life
You break too late and u might break
You fall for the same old scams
every single time and even then
Something keeps us
coming back for more
You call me and write me
because you know
I can see you
I can hear you
beyond appearances
the silent notes
the movements between
moments of stillness
Even when you are
drowning in sorrow
I will be here to remind you
of the magic
the comedy
the glory