Money, can buy me anything
But if I had to name just one thing
It would have to be nothing

Some say love is all you can want
But all it ever left me was a haunt
A broken heart shriveled and gaunt

Maybe friends can make me smile
But they never want to stay awhile
Here one day gone in a mile

Being alive these days feels like a crime
Punishment in the smog and crushed limes
Drink till it stops come pay your fines
Then work your way back through the line

Get higher get tools get cash
More fire more fuel more ash

Trace threads on your bed
Face the dead in your head

Gold plated saints lead us over the edge
Black tarmac crumbles on the ledge

Dreamers can stay in their comas
Workers can dream of some commas

The breaths miss. I
look into your eyes. The natural
heart beats were losing the rhythm.

Would you go into the
gold mine? I started liking you.
Did you cross the boundaries of love?

Pain will not find you.
You come like a prayer. Moon's
ancestry has failed in the sun's path.

I see that you've made peace with the chaos of your mind. You scrawl out your passions like a genius pours out their mind onto a napkin. It is chaos. It is no longer about being understandable or approachable but about letting your mind breathe fresh air outside of judgement.