Lyric

What kind of joy is this—

It rots away and disappears

Searching through these changing days

Yet looking for something that never changes

Because everything

Feels like a lie to me

That joy and this joy, too—

All just buildings made of glass

Things I can’t maintain alone—

Suddenly I’m drowning in loneliness

In the end the only things that stay

Are stones that never break

Not a dream, not an ideal—

I want a love that grows like nature does

Because everything

Feels man-made and hollow

That happiness and that kindness, too—

Architectures made to stand

I hate the version of myself

That feels like some constructed plan

What is this supposed to be?!

Are you even sane?!

The crystallized result of effort

Is screaming to deny itself—

Doesn’t anybody feel it?!

That joy and this joy, too—

All just scaffolds built to last

Things I can’t take care of alone—

And loneliness comes crashing fast