We dream of perfection
and settle on disappointing,
then find ourselves with friends
drying the dreams out,
looking for some thread
that will never really be;
searching sense
and an understanding beyond,
"There is no understanding."
"Who's the fucking Nihilist here?"
don't waste your dreams,
just fall in love every chance
you get.
don't worry,
I spent all my dreams on you.
screaming at low volumes
