make something that looks good for someone because you could do it now and then it doesnt matter when stacks of paper are lining my desk so many things i will never read yet by and large my only success comes from the things i do grudgingly dad tries to tell me about future happiness but i really dont know if i know what he means but still i keep on trying the snow that falls over a calm happiness went under a blood red moon i see the light of life turns shining and fading to the distance mercilessly one sickness of brain protein aggregation one above regulated on cogene call out so come to me baby calm the synapse in my brain these lives are full of misery and so much pain but ill hold a candle up let the light wash away the stain so many fires burning shitty colors painted on the palette i was painting from miles waits for hours waiting like i waited the passionate voice calling him from the next room its the passionate choice he could never say yes to because the lovers voice is like the vein depending the lovers voice is like the vein returning make something that looks good for someone because you could do it now and then it doesnt matter when