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