I don't read your stuff, Jack
I read only the colors of the wind
Sensation is nauseating to me
Or maybe I am just jealous

Maybe I am avoiding the heavy envy in my stomach
That I feel when I watch you perform
And the alienated feeling I get
When I talk to someone so cultured and informed

And they'll eye me sourly like an ugly beast
They'll look down on me for my ignorance and raw emotion

I just watch these dumb videos
I **** myself by killing time
I avoid without understanding why

Beautiful things happen in my life
And i don't tell anyone about them.

A leaf blew across my backyard
And got stuck on the trunk of a maple tree.

You will die too, and so I feel alright.
I just get so sick of myself sometimes.

And someone this boyish can not age too well,
And you don't send an honest artist to jail like that,
You just don't.