Perfect Silence

I picture paradise from under neon lights

I dream of well-spent time while entire years trickle by

I carry happiness inside a balled up fist

I grind my last good dreams away at night between my teeth

Citing mental health issues, I showed up here play

Staining perfect silence with a trademark lack of grace

I'd get this all out otherwise If I knew any other way

There's no hidden worth, no purpose, no nothing

I know how this must sound, and that's why I wrote it down

I must remind myself of the mess I made, and to pick it up

I hate how self-pity tastes as it pools under my tongue

And so I spit it out, because the words too dumb speak are sung

For what it's worth, I don't think it's crazy to try