My concept of happiness is completely based on fiction
Accustomed to disappointment from the human condition
I’ve been fed exaggerated emotions
And I’ve taken them as wisdom
Romance has torn me a new one, and now I’m sad
Try and fish for some compliments
Try and find some self worth
Try to fall in love with another person
Try to be loved by the earth
But when you’re met with constant let downs
It feels like things can only get worse
Expectation tore me a new one and now I’m sad
Hindsight fucked me up
The past facilitates resentment
And I get told not to dwell on it
And to live for the present
Living in first person is hard
When you’re not on a track
And if the present is a gift
Then I want to send it back
Roger ebert said if you have to ask
What it symbolizes then it didn’t
And I try to work my way around this by being blatant
I’ve got tonnes of wasted metaphors across my writing pad
But the only thing I feel honest in expressing
Is the fact that I am sad
