By Matt Schnirel
Remember when things were simple?
That day you were told what to do
I think about those days a lot now
And what it would be like if they were still true.
Maybe I’d be a brick layer
Or stare down some factory line of meat
I’d be able to take today as the present
And not spend hours trying to fall asleep.
I just want to love her forever
And be able to see a million diamonds in her hair
Just be warm in a house together
And have my own pride there.
But now I slave in a textbook
And I’m so sick of being annoyed
Is it because I can understand
That leaves me feeling this void?
Some days I dream of that simple look
And feel blessed it’s not true
When this complexity all comes together
And I can be deeply happy with you.