Desiring material things from this world
Instead of love and passions
Logic trumps everything
Being reasonable heals the mind
From the beating of the heart

The world has less to offer
When you strive for paradise
There’s something about the way
The waves undulate towards me
Coaxing me to die

I don’t like to read books that strain my heart
It would be such a waste of my precious peace of mind
If I even start
The song he’s singing
Helps me get over a heartbreak I’m remembering

I wish I had a lovely home
And a modern body
I get lost in these beautiful things
My brother told me love brings out the worst in us
And I didn't know that until you were dead
Wish I could describe the feeling in my head
Where my eyes are crying no more no more
There’s no heart in here
Instead it’s a bed made of lead
These are the things I hear
The hurtful truths they don’t spare
They are my medicine that daily I ingest