Everything starts with an eye
But what is everything?
Is it lies or is it fright
Are you filling your lust? Are you wasting your time?
Do I look like your past one?
Your eyes felt like home, your eyes slipped through my soul
Just like paint on new walls
Are you a mimic and I'm the wondering fool?
Will it help to think of it as two fools?
If this is love, then the curtains in this room would be my dress
If this is love, your eyes would stop to ask
If is is love, you'll be a hanging man
If this is love, your angelic likelihood might take you down
If this is love, then there are others to love.

Here I will start, to pour out my heart
As if I somehow can change the stars….
But since I can’t
All I do, is curse the universe curse the universe
Not in a loud voice not in my head
I curse the universe with a lower head
A big fat tear and crossed eyebrows
I curse the universe, curse the universe

I jump a little and fold my hands for all the trouble my head has caused
Why do we do things that hurt us
Why can’t we be easy on ourselves
I look around and it’s just me
Everyone is fine and a happy cherry
What am I doing, how do I understand
I jump a little more ..and curse the universe
I curse the universe ..

I mix my medicine
I sleep a little more
I try to forget
I hug myself
I smile to strangers
I be nice to my parents
I feed the street cats
I talk fancy
I give money to homeless people
I eat my meals
I do all the things I see happy people do

But how do I put this, it doesn’t ******* work!
So I curse the universe, curse the universe
I met a person, who curses me for cursing the universe
(actually more than one person)
They don’t talk much, it shows in their eyes and their happy lives
So then I understand,
What they all do
Is curse anyone who knows what’s true
we can’t be happy we show we’re happy
It makes us strong to know we’re better than all
So I ******* curse the universe, I curse the universe

Even though I know I’m worth much more,
Because who doesn’t like to shiner?
Who doesn’t want to be tranquil?
Who doesn’t want to be pleased?
Who doesn’t want self-comfort?
Who doesn’t want to be simply happy?
Who doesn’t want it all?

Teach me how to clean my soul
How to look at everyone and not wish I wasn’t myself
Teach me how to have a polite soul
Teach me how to escape
How to make my soul escape
All these feelings
All these words
If it wasn’t for others
My soul would be clean
My life won’t be mean
I won’t love anything so much
That I lose it
I don’t really know anymore what I am worth
I’m only writing with my fingers
Because thinking with my heart gives me a heartache
and thinking with my head gives me a headache
Teach me how to clean my soul.