No Ink.

This one's for you, post-rock goddess.
You say what you see is unbelievable,
but what you know is true beyond reason.
All the pictures make you sad, dear,
but fame is in the evil, so walk with your eyes closed
and talk with your mouth shut, because we know these words are useless.
Honey, you say it's all blowing up, and everything is crashing,
and you miss growing up, a smile everlasting.
You opened my eyes, as we opened our mouths,
beauty in evil is the only thing around.
Whether it's believing is disbelief
or the things that make us weep,
the only thing that's saving us
is our own shreds of sanity.
I saw the light, dying as it might,
but it's greater than beauty.
It's just living, for life.