i wait around outside
cold as ice as i'm noddin away
i can't fathom most parts
takes poems and art to explain anything
that you're a part of something all alone
and you're a nothing all at once
you reach out your hand
touching me now
the same way that you were touched
after everything we said
i knew the moment i left the bed
shot in the back of the head
is my lifestyle meaningless
the way i float down like a holy cloud
maybe somebody kissed me first
and then you show it to me
lifestyles everything
they say you just live once but there's so many of us
i know the good tunes last and the bad ones pass
they don't matter too much
yet all the happy poets off themselves
and all the sad ones getting rich
cos you don't own that happiness dancing away
like an aurora borealis

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Writer(s): SEAN NICHOLAS SAVAGE