spilled from my pen
no one's really happy and no one will ever be, until we get everything we ever wanted and everything we'll ever need. i say this myself like i know that it's the truth, but the truth is that i'm no better off than you, 'cause i don't know when i'm gonna die. in the past i might have said "i hope it's soon". but i'm not so sure now that i've met you. like a burst of inspiration you spilled from my pen and you're not the kind of song i hate when i hear it again. 'cause i wasn't disappointed when i played you back. i wasn't disappointed. we may be lost but we're not searching because no one remembers how to use the stars. kids work around the crust while we just eat it. i mean some things are really not that hard.