You're far too dramatic to be taken seriously

This is no tragedy.
No beautifully horrible symphony.
Nobody gives a shit about your hatred towards me.
When it's so much easier to be happy.
And love me.
Can't hear over the sound of your hearts racing.
At the thought of voices raising.
And arteries licking the floor.
Instead of oiling the hinges.
You slam close the only door.
Now you live and breathe the theater.
You act out your daily life.
If I were you I'd want to die.
The drama of it all.
Gives your day a little light.
While I'm walking through the rain.
Laughing, with cider in hand.
And a friend who'd be gone soon.
Because we have too much fun.
And I have a thing with not wearing pants.
So why can't everyone be cold?
And hug and laugh in peace?
Your "work" makes no sense to me.
"you'll feel dizzy, light, and free"

Simply enough, there's no way I could be more happy.
I have found God on the top of red sheets.
And he costs merely 2000 pennies.

Respect

That was all I cared about.
Now that it's gone.
All I care about is gone.
Now I care about nothing.
Do you know what happens when all you care about is gone?
Do you know what happens when you care about nothing?
Well.
Everything.

But you know that.

Nostalgic morning

I can't write about things that aren't true.
I could say I need to straighten up my life,
But I don't think I do.
I'm tired of people wanting to change me.
When I'm happiness at it's best.
Can't everyone just be satisfied?
It's about time you give it a rest.