maybe someday the stars will align
and maybe you will find some spare time
to waste a selection of minutes away
eating some buttered toast at 11:49
some people who are lucky
might get to raise a glass to literacy
a love affair with nonsense and words
finding something they can call beauty
making friends with the shadows of trees
some write on the pavement when they please
carving a reminder of themselves into the world
up late at night reading and saving the bees
allow a little smile when caught in the rain
calling it love when you are in so much pain
the end of the world is such a work of art
we’re all so happy to be called insane
with smudged ink on our inner palms
fragile veins on dissected arms
quiet in a crowd and out of our minds
setting off all the library’s alarms
I mean - it’s all about noise and opening your eyes
sometimes spending time in silence to be surprised
it’s about arguing and talking over one another
tear up your favourite book and cannibalise
we’re wondering about the stars while paying our bills
sitting at our computers with the 3am chills
cursing all of humanity and watering a house plant
we’re in infinite debt; surviving through the thrills
and maybe you will find some spare time
to waste a selection of minutes away
eating some buttered toast at 11:49
some people who are lucky
might get to raise a glass to literacy
a love affair with nonsense and words
finding something they can call beauty
making friends with the shadows of trees
some write on the pavement when they please
carving a reminder of themselves into the world
up late at night reading and saving the bees
allow a little smile when caught in the rain
calling it love when you are in so much pain
the end of the world is such a work of art
we’re all so happy to be called insane
with smudged ink on our inner palms
fragile veins on dissected arms
quiet in a crowd and out of our minds
setting off all the library’s alarms
I mean - it’s all about noise and opening your eyes
sometimes spending time in silence to be surprised
it’s about arguing and talking over one another
tear up your favourite book and cannibalise
we’re wondering about the stars while paying our bills
sitting at our computers with the 3am chills
cursing all of humanity and watering a house plant
we’re in infinite debt; surviving through the thrills