Our Simple Minds

Look at you
You could cut the tension with a knife
This cutlery
Silver spoons to mock and wound my
Poor simple mind
Doesn't have the guidance to survive
These fruitless fights
Can we just leave it all behind?

But who gave the right
Cutting yourself in line?
The cost was right
To fall third time

Evenings
Sifting through your convoluted mind
You'll never find
You can never see your light

And could you be loved?
And is it enough?
And is it ever enough to quench your thirst?

Look at you
I could hardly recognize your smile
It's all alright
You've hardly touched your cyanide
This appetite
Isn't even close to satisfied
Your simple mind
Overflow with deathly ill advice

When you cross the line
Death can be so unkind
Sulfur that cleans
So close your eyes