I dyed my hair purple
to look like Gaz Membrane
from Invader Zim
that's all

whenever my mother is driving
and sees kids crossing the street
she stops
remembers their clothes
and checks the time
just in case
their pictures appear
on the news tomorrow

people live their lives
while i sit here sentimental

new york
is no longer a song

symphony child
it's time
to arise from the basement
from your little couch cusion
wear the dress that you keep
folded in the bathroom
along with the rest of your clothes

put on your pretty symphony face
and sit in the front seat
with bravery
stare straight ahead
when you're on the road
and look them in the eye
only when you're told to

melody baby it's okay
to take your eyes off the pain of the stage
because when the lights go down
it is only you in the back of the house
and it is only you
who can hear the voices
of the folk
in that great, rolling, symphony ceiling
only you can see their eyes
peaking from the catwalk
it is okay,
to let the sounds lift you up there with them
lift you up to death
a beautiful calm
that begins to
distort
the concert is starting to feel quite long

treble youth
for now this will be your life
you shouldn't have to
be aware of how temporary it all will be
you shouldn't have to
look forward to it

but while it lasts
feel free to explore
even if that may only be your own mind
grow where you're planted
even when the *** is quite small
as a seat at the back of the symphony
as the cushion seat
of a couch in the basement

symphony child
music functions
through movement
as time will move
through you

i warm up cool down forever
even you couldn't reach
that absolute zero
we are cursed with eternal warmth
that is life
the heaven the absence of hell the final
cold nothing

i want to see the world
the way you do, my dear
i want to see the stars
and wonder endlessly
and not yearn quite so much
to die

i want to cry when i look
at the texture of a brick
because it looks so real
and supports my weight

i want to look for beauty
and not feel despair
at every sign of goodness

i want to yearn and long
without this terrible guilt

i want to love and fear this life

and experience everything for the first time

again

death, my puppeteer, even in life
remember i, too, must die
even you, even soon, even i

I’m feeling very human, suddenly
A new revelation, I’ve been waiting for it
I feel connected to grass and
Connected to my hands
And I can feel my love even though
I am unloved
It still overflows, in spite of it
I am so alone
I feel so connected
Like I could be part of the wind
Blowing through
Feeling everything
Without touching a thing