(Very little lyrics to this record, but the message is thunderous.  Day 237…)

There’s something between us anyway…

Me.
Obsessed with things
Driven by possession
Because possession of things
Is supposed to bring me…

You.
Clothed in ideas
You wear the idea of happiness like a summer hat
Shielding your eyes from the beaming heat of reality
Underneath the brim
Loneliness makes you sweat
The collection of this hopeful wardrobe is to attract..

Me.
Who has been taught parts of a woman are tiered in value
And certain parts
Mean more to the world
Even if others mean more to me
Of the many things I’ve given and taken
I’m supposed to forever hold onto everything handed to me by…

You.
Coaxed into believing your life is meaningless
Until you have other lives to care for
Others ego will never be you
Want to condition you into whatever “normal” means to this world
You are to be as average as possible
But be unique enough to stand out to..

Me.
Despite worldly whispers in my ear
On how I should be
And what I should need
Decided no one could make me happier than
You.
Who
Without society’s courtesy classes
Have given your heart
And I’ve given mine.

Through all the world’s incessant berating
On how to find love
We.
Found love.
Maybe we
Are just
Different.