Unseen Things

I don’t wanna end up the same as other poets
Neurotic and halfway insane
Although we see the world in the same way
Emotional extremes, the panic of the everyday
I don’t want your minimum wage
No I need these hours alone to foster my self-righteous rage

Another coffee shop prophet naming unseen things
Another b-grade writer drawing circles on a blank sheet

I fight the code against the grain
Tequila and communion, art is going down the drain
You always keep your hands so clean
Your loving and your stance, you’re balancing the in-between

We don’t have a lot of things in common
A bullet and a bible
The world is hard, the sky is falling down

Down
Down

Is this the dream that you showed me, phosphorescent light?
Will we be standing in a driveway holding hands for the final time?

Time
Time

Everyday it’s a little bit easier to believe you
Every hour it's a little bit harder to see the change in me
In this year am I gonna be better than I am right now?
In this year just tell me it's all gonna be alright

Everyday it’s a little bit easier to believe you
Every hour it's a little bit harder to see the change in me
In this year am I gonna be better than I am right now?
In this year just tell me, oh say it’s gonna be alright

Just tell me, oh say it’s gonna be alright