Easy to Cry

I met a girl who had wisdom

Far greater than any shrink

She used to read me her fiction

To see what I would think

But then everyone would die, my friend

I never asked her why

It was easy to cry, back then

Just so easy to cry

I met a girl who was fearless

Far greater than any king

With TypeScript on her right hip

In black and aqua ink

It read “everyone must die, my friend”

I never asked her why

It was easy to cry, back then

Just so easy to cry

 

A cigarette smokes on the asphalt

A candle melts away

Hello darkness my old friend

It’s gunna be okay

A cigarette smokes on the asphalt

A candle melts away

Hello darkness my old friend

It’s gunna be okay

Boredom is important

I think Malcolm would agree

When he sat up in his cell

Putting words to memory

Now that’s quite a long sentence

Which was quick to set him free

It’s not where your at

But where you want to be