I mean, whatWhat if no one's watchingWhat if when we're deadWe are just deadI mean, whatWhat if it's just us down hereWhat if God is just an ideaSomeone put in your head

Maybe we are both good people who've done some bad things.

Virtue is relative at best, there's nothing worse than a sunset when your driving due West.

We negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction.

Who says I like right angles? These are not my laws, these are not my rules.

Feel free to listen, feel free to stare.

I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.

I have earned my disillusionment.

I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.