No matter what happens
I think I'll always wonder if I'm losing you
Even if we fast forward fifty years and you've been falling asleep in my arms
For the past forty-eight I think I'll still wonder
Its not a matter of me being insecure in myself
More just knowing how absolutely beautiful your insides look
And learning more as we go along I can't help but think
That I can't give you all the things that you deserve
Maybe no one can but that won't stop me from thinking you deserve a better life
I just need you to know that I don't have a lot going for me
You should be aware of the fact that I'm a dreamer and I might not make it
Someday down the line I hope to be able to pay my own bills with my own creations
But right now I am completely incapable of supporting myself never mind someone else
Just don't forget that you mean so much to me
And if things work out for us I want you to know that I'll try my best to keep us from drowning
I'm not going to hesitate to say that I'm scared of the future because I thought I would know more by now
I had hopes that I would be well on my way to feeling ready to settle down somewhere with someone
But the truth is I know nothing about what to do with this life I've been given
Isn't there supposed to be a time when everything clicks and it all starts to make sense
How is it possible that in the very near future I'll be sitting down with my father for a cold beer
But I still have no understanding of how the universe works
One of the last remaining comforting thoughts that I have
Is that we could learn all of this together
Maybe we could teach ourselves how to live
A life filled with satisfaction
If you want
*~W.C.

It's too cold to sweat
and I'm only cycling for a reason to be tired,
to be warm later on by the radiator fire,
to escape mad house choirs
that sing no song of comfort.

Time away from time
is how the modern stay young,
ski run routes that lead around towns
and back again through the Daily Mail nowhere-snow
that never came nor will ever come.

I've got the drinks, and I've got the will
I've got the time
And expired pills

I'll use them all
To get what I want
Wait, that's not right
I mean to deal with not getting what they want

A selfish brat, maybe
Tantrums like crazy
Pouting over nothing
Poor little baby

I'm good at self-loathing
I don't need your help
I've got plenty of sedatives;
One-way tickets to hell

It's where all my friends live
I'll fit right in
We perspire and make toasts to the worst of our sins

And laugh at the people
Who spent lives longing for choirs
Up there in white-walled mansions
Built of unfulfilled desires

I like you so much,
it's bound for disaster.
Let's pretend we're in a musical.
Take my hand, and we'll dance.
Let's start with the "Happily Ever After,"
and have a doomed romance.

I will spread my opinions like a plague,
which is exactly how they'll paint them.
By "them" I mean the proverbial "they."
The ones who will color me as paranoid and insane.

They'll say not to listen;
to disregard it all.
It's the nature of the games they play.
They push us to the edge,
Then publicize the fall.

Do not watch the news.
Ignore all commercials.
Pursue beauty and truth;
embrace the controversial.

"Any book worth banning is a book worth reading,"
so read them all with zest.
If you get the feeling that I'm preaching,
remember,
only you know what is best.