Things That Look Like Mistakes

Play me something that feels like  Dancing in my socks with my third glass of wine  Play me something that makes me forget  that I gotta save up, gotta pay for my casket My body is a student house, with a mycologist, psychologist and Painter chilling out and they are in the heat of a debate And the noise is keeping me awake  So  Play a song that makes me feel like a home Where the neighbours are nice and the monsteras grow Feels like they're depending on my slowly ending A slight sense of decay, I don't like where it's heading Embrace the imperfect unfolding of nature But purposelessness don't really feel worth defending Feel time slowly passing from pain everlasting I don't know what to say, every day how my past stings I write little poems each day inside my head My only conclusion, I don't want to die yet Met some crust punks at the black metal show  With the long hair on the stage, they screamed  If tomorrow I'm gonna be haunted  Today I'm gonna be free I awoke to the dawn chorus glow, Heard the birds singing to the trees, Tomorrow I can be haunted, But today I'm gonna be free  So