Heart attacks in the living room, I don't know where to go but sit in the tub, lights off
I work out ideas of ideas
Some muse in hand I don't believe in, I have Wants, "go to the hills"-I'm there- and grasslands I haven't seen [More work] Like some words I'm not fit to wear [Fill in] And the people who are interesting Are dying, or shown in true light.
"I'll be like you someday" but I actually hope not I hope I may render my darkness from some true light.