don't despair to lose me, child--
i will always be.

listen to the music of your youth
and know it's me.

i have died a thousand deaths,
i'll die a thousand more.

to reappear as something dear,
and better than before.

and if i come back evil
or in a lot of pain
i know i might forget
that we'll be lovers once again,

and if it doesn't matter
here's what matters now:
dancing on my fingertips
and furrowing my brow

cradling this moment
a heart full of intent

a cup that runneth over, yes!
and anywhere it went.

.

Steep those muscles in blood,
Child
Shine that skin through love.

Wrestle in the mud,
Child
Sift out all that death
and blush--

These fingers, tapping time away
Are not as young as they once were
And may I tell you gently?
I'm scared I may
Have lost my touch.

If you can manage moving
Another soul to love...
Don't hesitate to do it
While you still have the chance.

The road gets steeper up ahead--
I thought that you should know...
Today's the day to spring to life
Let's go let's go let's go!

tonight i will pray
that every single human being dies soon

end our misery

v1
Who wants
To start a business?

Not me,
God as my witness

I think
This whole **** thing
Is just a little bit
Ridiculous

Outside
The sun don't see me

Inside I'm ******* screaming

I wish I'd lived my life so differently...

chorus

But who really cares

Who really ca-a-a-ares?

Who really caaayeeayeeares, caayeeaayeares, cayheeyeeyeah heah hares??

x2

Who really cares.

//
v2

I think I'll run a special

I think I'm really special

"I'm sorry sir, we're having shortages due to problems with our supply chain"

And yeah that's what i told them

But the
Truth of the matter is

I'm the world's least talented
C
E
O

but who really cares
(The chorus again)

//bridge

I want to start a business
I want to start a business
I want to start a business now, now, now

I want to start a business
But I'm too ******* listless
I want to start a business
And feel so proud

Chorus again

Someone yelling about how much, they love, american cheese

There was molding and trim
Of Mahogany,
Rustic and intricate
Done in the old style

But it was the fire in the hearth that spoke to me

There were enchanted mirrors and magical tablets

But it was an old guitar, smoldering away into the night
That moved my spirit to fall in love.

It was a new beginning,
No second guessing.

Which side is winning?

The moon outside,
Swept into the sharp
Inhale of the universe

There, in the hearth burns
A new kind of fire on Earth.

she
penned
novels.

painted marvels

even organized ensembles,
with the blood
of men,

men without a love of poetry.

he
said he loved it

and he's studied

just to put himself above it

but this man
is without a love of poetry.

he
built a world
it was pleasing to himself

but had to be coaxed
into a love of poetry.

we are the ones
who keep poetry alive.

here's to the man
without a love of poetry.