What Nietzsche Wanted

Last time I checked, we were all gonna die

Least I get to burn out by your side

Someone kick the tires

You know it doesn't add up

But I'm always tired

Even though I'm sleeping enough

Feeling inspired

These days, I'm trying new drugs

Just want to lie here with you

Scared of your love

Your two bent knees support my head

Call it the modern-day lap of luxury

I'll put paint to canvas

At the cost of next week's groceries

That small space once filled with hate

Replaced with desire to create

The crushing weight of conscious states

Around you momentarily abates

And I'll be happy if it kills me

Tape glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling

Steal tiny glances while you're reading

And make the best of something fleeting

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me

I'll be happy if it kills me