I think maybe I am in love
With The Smiths.
I think maybe that’s a bit of a
You see, I think too much.
I find myself in hazes of philosophy
And never get any wiser, only sadder.
Life is strange, isn’t it? Just trust in me.
And I know you think I’m crazy
And I know you think I’m mad
I feel guilty for being happy
And guilty for being sad.
I’m so lucky that I shouldn’t be sad
But there’s so much sadness in the world
That I don’t really deserve happiness either
Where the hell is the middle ground?
You see, once I asked my science teacher
If there was a light that never goes out
But also, I’ve felt the cold air and hummed
Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
On repeat, on repeat, on repeat, on repeat
A reflex, a reflex that happens when my head
Touches cold air, and I think, anyhere but here
Anywhere but here, on this cold day,
With nothing but my brain.
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