But so is everything else.
It would be faster to suck on a tail pipe though
I could sit here, idle, or I could row
I can't' believe how positive everyone seems
Pure white light, such radiant beams
There was a time when I was the only positive person I knew
Where I couldn't fathom that sort of blue
and now I'm secretly stuck in a constant state
of what I can only call sudden hate
I'd say more, but I can't.
The words are still froth
dissolving on the tip of my chin
to be licked away by my present day
Why bother, what's really to say
It wouldn't matter anyway