i want to feel like they do
that easy happiness
am i doing something wrong
i want to feel at home
this life begs a question
something here just ain't right
i've got this thing in mind
it doesn't end all right
all bright lights are off
all the great deeds are done
i will live forever
and no relief will come
i see people being normal
having children, making love
they don't sit around and moan
they don't write fucking poems
stagnation drains the body
pries in to numb the soul
way down in a hole
where did my momentum go
all bright lights are off
all the great deeds are done
i will live forever
and no relief will come