My sister it's been so long since we both were happy
I know you want a lover; oh, I know we're both lonely
But don't be scared to be alone--
To be alone in your own home is nice
I tried to write about it, the way that we're the same
But there was something missing: the other part of my brain
But when we talked I found the words,
Locked up in a corner room.
You had the key or was that me powered by my sympathy?
Or was the key shaped like a T, forged for only you or me to use?
Like Melchoir on the mountain
Encased in stone like the double P's
To save our friends from their deaths.
The walls in here are colliding!
Or is that just the way we can finally make ourselves satisfied?
Since nothing can be perfect, find the perfect way to die.
But that's not how it should be, your potential's not your enemy
It's your potential energy, and it's bigger than the biggest sea
But you know that doesn't mean
Everything you do needs a golden sheen
Because even in the deepest sea,
There's only so much gold to reap,
And it's buried just so very deep.
Sometimes you'll find it but you must see
That if you don't, silver's just as sweet, or the scraps you find
In your bed sheets -- how they lead you to where you want to be
Or help you find the gold that's deep inside.
So walk without the worry. I know that you will cry.
But the world is just a pumpkin seed so live until you die.