Make Something

Make something that looks good

For someone because you could

Do it now and then

It doesn’t matter when

Stacks of paper are lining my desk

So many things I will never read

Yet by and large my only success

Comes from the things I do grudgingly

Dad tries to tell me about future happiness

But I really don’t know if I know what he means

But still I keep on trying

The snow that falls over a calm happiness

Went under a blood red moon, I see

The light of life turns shining and fading

To the distance mercilessly

One sickness of brain protein aggregation

One above regulated on Cogene

Call out, so

Come to me baby

Calm the synapse in my brain

These lives are full of misery and so much pain

But I’ll hold a candle up

Let the light wash away the stain

So many fires burning

Shitty colors painted

On the palette I was painting from

Miles waits for hours waiting like I waited

The passionate voice

Calling him from the next room

It’s the passionate choice

He could never say yes to

Because the lovers voice

Is like the vein depending

The lovers voice

Is like the vein returning

Make something that looks good

For someone because you could

Do it now and then

It doesn’t matter when