I'm looking through at the joys Which are traveling slowly On these dim LEDs tonight.
There is eternal love Behind one of the doors, And behind plenty of others There exists a world Where we begin to dissolve, But our surface area increases greatly.
Will we luck out, Or are we destined to call this audible?
I don't know why you Are coating yourself in this Jagged exterior of elitism When you know all too well How Faust squandered his soul.
Don't tell me I'm repeating my mistakes Because you don't understand That I'm bettering myself, As you glare in to my consciousness Through your kaleidoscope Where everything must look like paradox.
Let me think for myself now.
I've weighed the advantages More times than you have, And I promise you, These circumstances are far better.
Love to you is like the Monty Hall Problem, And you always think there's a bigger prize Behind the next door.
You aren't increasing your fortune, And that's not how you win.
I'd say you're not using game theory very well, And I'd posit that's no way to live your life.
You want to feel calculated and powerful By approaching love with your Id fully wanting, And wanting the apex of what it can obtain.