Happiness is harmless
Life is plastic, out of reach
I'll take no pleasure from watching
Dissonant dialogues on screens
Maybe it was real once
Maybe I should go to sleep
Someone idling in the driveway
Blowing smoke into the street
I'll find someone nice to meet
From Montreal and a deadbeat
She'll drive fast to hold the hours
I'll let her cry long in the shower
My father never grows his beard
It'll take another year
Till I'm staring at a man
Who will instead of can
My mother talks of how I should
Move towards cedars and woods
Home is running to the sun
Warm air and warmer gun
Oh I feel it in my veins
A drowning feeling to refrain
I'm living just enough
To dig myself back up
I'll find it easier to swallow my conceit
And cross the street
I'm working on being someone somebody will need
To match my grief
I'm drifting far away from those I cannot weep
To help me sing
I will write another verse
Another chorus to rehearse
Telling stories spun through sight
Of fallen eyes and young twilight
Of daffodils and chamomile
Through pasture and poppy field
Run through signs and marked borders
Parallel lines and lives assorted
Play the future retroactive
Burn diplomas, statues smashing
Revolutions start with graves
Youthful passion that it craves
Rear a system left bereft
Cleft in two moral sets
Cling to dawning absolution
Backing cultural execution
Gen-X educators laughing
Jaded minds, cynical tactics
Under fingers of corporations
Tracking online conversations
It's all too loud