Blanket

When I was born you were there in the cradle
I saw stripes of yellow with you by my side
And when moon came and scooped up the room like a ladle
She took you along for the ride
I've known you longer than anyone else
So long I don't know how to be only myself
You are the truest friend I've ever known
So true my body cannot hold me all on its own
When I was sick you were there at the table
I'll never forget how you looked in my eyes
But there's something in me that has got to be able
To see myself from the inside out
I've loved you longer than anyone else
So long I don't know how to love only myself
You are the realest soul I've ever known
Real enough that I think it's becoming my own
We walked past the yard sales in quiet contemplation
You turn me to child with the way that you cling
So despite the high prices, the signs of inflation
I decided to buy everything
I tired the stuffed bear and I tried the guitar
But they didn't feel right sitting next to my heart
So I turn back to you but you've lost all your shine
Oh, it's starting to feel like you aren't even mine
Still, you are the truest friend I've ever known
So I've got to destroy you and no one must know
See I've worn you right down to the skin and the bone
I love you but I've got to learn to be alone.
But when I was sick
You were there.

There are Infinite Doors Behind You and You Can Never Turn Around

There are no mistakes, only linearity

Time is a made up thing but so are we

(of carbon)

it’s true; I love those rules I can’t break

I love gravity, blood, inertia;

Don’t use them.

No mistakes, only operation, the universe

Is not against you, it is simply working.

I’m working, too, Just today I was breathing, inhaling the fuel for my mind town, Yeah

You’re a real character, wait, no

You’re the whole playground of still figures that need your air

Don’t feel lonely; you do invent people in your dreams.

And they owe you everything.

How frustrating that they don’t believe you exist.

Understandably, they cannot see your face from the inside of your mind, but they should

Worship better. They only invent. God is a dream guy made up by women who looked strange when they stood up straight.

Yeah. I wish he was real, too.