people dropped to their knees
and let the wind take their arms
like flags in the sky
in front of a black stage
for the grateful dead

i don't think i've
ever known a love
like the dead heads

i want to care
about something
so much it makes
my stomach turn,
and my hands shake

i want to give a ****,
i want something to stand for,
and something to drop to the floor for

but i can't shake this nihilism
from my tired bones

yea, i skip rocks
down the river
but i don't care
where they go

this is meaningless
even if i bleed for it

no matter how hard
i bite down,
my teeth might
chip but i can't
seem to swallow it

i just don't give a ****
but it's not cause i was
raised in this crust punk haze

it's just that my brain
doesn't work the way
the brains of lovers do