i haves sought to find inside me

something that gives my life meaning

i’m still looking

i’m still looking

would you maybe like to help me?

you can try

but please don’t lie

’cause i know when you’re lying

look at my eyes

and you’ll see inside

that i’m am dying

i’m welcoming you to the show, where i’ll play for you a little song. it’s about what i will always hate, and always forced to get along. my words, my mind, my soul, my heart, my voice, my hair my eyes.

tell me now will you decide

to listen close or go outside

have a cigarrette or take a piss

or do you not want to miss

watching me stumble over the strings

and sing about

these meaningless things

go then, i don’t mind, you’re not missing much

I just wish i could capture

and hush

My name is Hello
My friends call me Hi
I bring people closer
And hold back goodbye
Today I will tell you
The secret of life
But you should be careful
‘Cause sometimes I lie
I’m always laid back
When I’m thrown through the fire
‘Cause there’s comfort to me
Knowing that you desire
Hearing my name
When you’re walking by
My name, it’s Hello
You can call me Hi

Here,
Come here
Come here and tell me where it hurts
Come here and tell me where it hurts and I will make it better
Come here and tell me where it hurts and I will make it better; patch up the wounds with sutures
Come here and tell me where it hurts and I will make it better; patch up the wounds with sutures; apply a salve to stop the aching
Come here and tell me where it hurts and I will make it better; patch up the wounds with sutures; apply a salve to stop the aching; press a splint to mend the breaking
Come here and tell me where it hurts and I will make it better; patch up the wounds with sutures; apply a salve to stop the aching; press a splint to mend the breaking; I’ll do everything I can for you;
Don’t worry about me

There’s a dog in the road. It looks well-groomed; housebroken; definitely not a stray. I stare at it, and it stares back at me. A car horn blares, and the dog runs toward me, stopping at the sidewalk, safe from harm’s way.
“What’s your name?” I say, but it just stares at me. Cautiously, it makes it’s way toward me, it’s ears alert. I kneel down and take it’s collar in my hand, feeling for the tag. I read it aloud, “Hero.”
The dog begins to wag it’s tail.
“Sit, Hero,” I say, and he obeys, “Good boy. Do you know where your owner is?”
He cocks his head to one side. I pat him on the head, and he wags his tail more.
“Okay,” I say, standing up, “go home.”
He lays down at my feet. I take a step back, and he scoots forward. I blink, and he twitches. I wave my hand, and he rolls over, then I jump in the air, and his head bobs up and down, then I tug my collar, and he wags his tail.
I turn around, and he dies.