Okay to Do This

Do you remember when

 The sound designer said to me

 I just want to be

 High all the time

 And I said to them

 I just want to be

 Thinking how everything’s perfectly wrong

 While playing arpeggios ever so quietly

  

 A couple boys with voices

 Somewhere in the landscape

 The pushcart poet gave them their choices

 Politics or romance

 Now everything is perfect

 And everything is wrong

 And everything’s apparently written in stone as they cry out like zombies

 With their opposite answers

  

 Do you remember when

 We said “Maybe this is dead

 This music we have made

 This room that we have filled with beasts

 Shouting at each other's faces”

 Oh fuck another word

 Fuck another bluebird

 Everything is perfectly wrong

 Fuck another sacrificial song laid out like a snake getting eaten by our

children in the sun

  

 Desperate sadness for no reason will overcome sometimes

 When everything is perfect and

 Everything is wrong

 And then everything is coming up sunshine

 You'll be fine

 You'll be fine

 Alongside the love of an actual life

 Along for the ride of an actual lifetime

  

 So please take me dancing in Mexico City

 Where desperate sadness for no reason overcomes me

 And everything is perfect and perfectly wrong

 And then desperate sadness for no reason moves along

 It is good to move on

 Have many lives and

 Shed your skin and

 Sing

 But I could use a spirit that just hangs out on my shoulder

 Just to whisper in my ear that it's okay to just get older

 Yeah it's okay to do this

 Yeah it's okay to do this

 Yeah it's okay to do this

 This way