It's always the wind pushing the house
Van Gogh black and navy swirls
That makes me feel alright

I don't know I guess it's just comforting somehow
To be inside

And when the rain starts to pelt the window,
My widow,
Once again my bride...

Am I like your Ligeia,
Frontier-man,
Your one true Enterprise?

Cause baby, you are mine.

I'm not looking for possession,
Just effort to stay on your horizons.

These days I think I'll fall...
Oh, darling... all the time.

Still I will say,
You exploit the gradient!

I can only be what I am
And we hate to be a disappointment
Or feeling helpless

But because you are not me,
You can take up this shape of something so desirous
Something I can never be
And because of these certain effects
You can say you worked hard for it
And you did, that's not a lie
But you also know how that comes across to me--

You just automatically are that thing,
No fair, how come you get to be that,
And I'm just stuck being this?

Whether it's my motivation, I didn't try hard enough
Or just my natural state
I could have practiced more and didn't,
Those things likewise all shake out and that is definitely the truth

But there is another way to arrive at that conclusion, and even if you validated me on that point it would still frustrate me to no end!

Subjective, sure...
But their ears are set
You cannot just argue your way into heaven

No, it's not just some big conspiracy to view your voice as less,
Some people have a natural talent
And they worked hard
You hallucinate an appeal here,
Just listen to the music
Stop complaining
Your whiny voice is so grating
And irritating

I'm full
Of things you'd like to hear
And things you'd rather not

Of anger at your voice
And opinions about when and how you sing

Of jealousy;
Because the angels were allowed to sing so sterling and clean
But my voice is clunky and awkward
But I can't claim your work as my own,
NOT YET.

Or can we skip those steps and say I can?
You do have to be a man
You try to make music
But sometimes it doesn't work
I know,
I know it hurts
But that's just how it is

You

Can't always be considered beautiful.

Inside me, nature cannot satisfy itself
Manifesting an external terror
Insignificance
Look how easily I am *******!

Gee I wonder why our dynamic would play out like that

And now I am some lazy *******
Who doesn't want to work!
With all the cards stacked against me
(But I'm just looking at it wrong! Exactly!),
It's a wonder why the guy doesn't want to work!

I see what is happening here
Charge me with complacency
When you claim your want to see me satisfied!

I will not aim high,
When I know what we are.

So just leave me alone,
Let me settle out.

There is no such thing as Matt Shaw

Collecting my moonlight,
I drew a silver pool

Made of little flames
Too small to see or hear.

We bowed to one other,
And danced between the worlds

In our common realm,
We shared a little peace.

...

When it was time to go,
Our lamentations rained

Down upon that hill,
Far, and far away...!