do you know how to use the tools in your head?
doesnt matter cuz youll figure out when youre dead
that were all tied together, intrinsically, like a web
all i ever really wanted was a friend
i dont need a bunch of people trying to be around me
i just wanted to stop us from frowning
drowning in the lakes water
i used to believe i was smarter; that i wasnt just like my father
everyone is more similar than you think
were all on the edge of the cliff, trying not to miss what we had in the past
it went by too fast and now im wishing it would last
retrospection attempts to be like correction
taking a guess hoping, maybe, youll say yes
come agree with me on a plane adjacent to the pain
looking back at the rest, i see were all insane
the external is shaped by the brain morphed by the rain
its all the same
so help yourself by helping others
i see them with my minds eye
and thats when i begin to cry
because everyone just wants to lie about the beauty in the sky
its the same beauty contained in the question: why?