If you couldnt tell, i dont need a thing
Why would i want anything?
I have everything i need
Food, friends, a place to sleep
Why would you want more?

This arranged misery is quite motivating
I never dreamed so many skeletons could change the way i feel.

If we were a vase, oh the withered marigolds we could hold
If we were a novel my oh my could anyone dare turn a page
If we were a ocean, then all our scaly past endeavors would surely surface
If we were guilt, we would share the same closet

If things were different....
Well i suppose they would still just be "thing's"