Sun streams across my bed
Haven't breathed fresh air in days
Blend into one
Become the same
Keep trying to sleep in
Waking up tense again
It's almost noon
Waiting to feel okay
What's the point
Sun streams across my porch
Chase the light
Surround me dead plants
Yellow cushions
Support my yearning for illusion
Keep trying to be more
Fill my brain with acclaimed films, fierce revolutions
Knowledge and its quick delusions
What's the point
If love is all that matters in the end
Then why does it end
If love is all that matters in the end
Then why do I end it
If love is all that matters
Then what's the point
