i found the brain
of kurt cobain
was in my mouth
i blew it out
(just like him)
it tasted of lyric
and lithium

i found the source
of my remorse
was nothing more
than slamming doors
(or so it's seeming)
that dreams are god
and god is dreaming

i found after time
it gets harder to shine
as he flickered in Rome
and barely came home
(it touches my heart)
how tragedy becomes
our art

i found myself
in someone else
but he swallowed his spark
and the light went dark
(as the sky turned grey)
is it really better to burn out
than to fade away?

i found my mind
is best designed
to seek and find
like stars aligned
so speak adam and eve
and sing flora and fauna
"with the lights out,
it's less dangerous"
but with them on
it's nirvana