I think of a candle
I imagine what's hiding in the dark
I think of an empty jar
And it breaks

It doesn't get better
When you realize we could all be together
But the lives that we wreck and we sever

Life's great and I don't know why
I love music, I love love, I love pie
Just think, happiness can make you cry

All we can do in this world is remember
Like the fun we all had last December
But I refuse to look at the calendar
Cause what we have right now won't get better

Sleep is like the calm
Waking hours are the storm
So then we must choose

My love for you is
Just like hypomania
Pure, sleepless, happy

Depression is like
A wealth of weight on the soul
Real and persistent

Compulsive thoughts and
Overwhelming emotions
Displace me in time

Silent wave of sound
Rush over me like darkness
For I do not know

This life is so short
A temporary journey
We are just tourists

Life is a series
Of movements and pulsations
It's a beating heart

There are no objects
If there is no space between
Nothing is something