The Living

I get on with life as a interpreter, I'm a stupid kinda person. I like reading comics and racing snails. I like to contemplate the living. But when I start to daydream, My mind turns straight to the dead.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about the dead with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's the living making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? The Living or... The Dead?

I like to use words like 'typo' and 'splendid.' I like to use words about the living. But when I stop my talking, My mind turns straight to the dead.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about the dead with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's the living making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? The Living or... The Dead?

I like to hang out with Mike and Andy. But when left alone, My mind turns straight to the dead.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about the dead with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's the living making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? The Living or... The Dead?

I hate smelly farms and wasp nests. But I just think back to the dead, And I'm happy once again.