From a Maple Tree

Most of my favorite singers did the deed

And lately I've been thinking 'bout how that reflects on me

Like the final leaf descending from a maple tree

I can feel my last endorphin falling gracelessly

An old haunt I frequent often is an apology

Even though I know I'm not, I feel I'm owed one to me

Try not play the victim though you're sick of everything

I'm not trying to be a dick but you don't make it easy

Defeat myself in the same daydream

On my way home

Incomplete, man what I really need is to be alone

Where it's fine

Today I accidentally unearthed a photograph

I was seven years post-birth and I looked happy

They convinced me of a god but what I'd become, who knew

An alcoholic atheist who can barely hold a tune

But I can hold my liquor and I can hold my love

I can laugh into a mirror on hallucinogenic drugs

And I'm my own form of happy, despite imbalances

It's only really tragic if you can't laugh at it

Screaming out inaudibly

For some real help

In the vacuum of this vapid lust, it's a black hole

And it's never quite enough