Anymore That's Reassuring

hello again, friend of a friend, typing no-end, keyboard in hand
you're so pretty, but your friend's bland, your boyfriend's a creep too
staring into the landscape's the only way i feel relaxed
when i'm surrounded, only surrounded, and not at home, not at home
i'm in the grass, i fill my glass and i feel like a gas tank
blowing smoke in the other way around
no moon abroad but a clear night sky reflecting my mind
one simple complex mind
in a circle composed
of individual minds
let me feel grunge
with my cheap drug
near-legal plant
make it legal

girls, don't like me
i'm pretty sure i do though, daisuki, dokidoki when you stare at me
when you're staring at me and i'm staring into the landscape
and fuck i don't know how you come to the conclusion
what your sadness is like to drive you to this
but do you think i'm a kid? taking me by the hand
like hey come and follow me somewhere
as if i fucking were going somewhere
you can take the wheel and i'll sit next
pretending because that's how they told me to
let's do it us two and have convenient no-fun
fuck girl
WHAT THE FUCK


tired for no reason
tired of thinking as a human being
tired of the relief of being born and dying everyday
i say sorry because i feel sorry and
all i see are bugs and little kids, kids smile if they're depressed
that is why you remember crying
but you can stop and just listen to it stop and
feel the love in an incomprehensible being appearing as your neighbor
'hey! i've always been there. thanks for noticing!'
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
now i see you and all and we're growing and all
share dreams together and understand little we can
saying thank you smelly much that's a blast and
the brite futures only sound like a defunct band
anymore
that's reassuring