It was an unhealthy, imbalanced, unstructured volcano, erupting continually in hazardous self-defeat
There will be a fire
And I wonder what will survive
And what will be tarnished in the flames of disapproval
Amidst the mist and ashes where is clarity?
Not since you did I have a thing to write
Not since then have I scribbled fervently, furiously, ferociously - having something to say
Not since longing so bitterly in the cold for a love I could never have
Have I had a thing to live for
Can we talk about how MUCHHHH Alt-J sounds like Devendra Banhart?
Trader Joe’s didn’t have lemons, neither did Ralphs - not a one.
So when life won’t even give you lemons, what are you supposed to do?