Pizza for Breakfast

heavenweather:

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

All the dreams
All the ambitions
All the desires of men
To be kings and Casanovas
Come to naught

As old age makes us cripples and fools
And wholly undesirable
To them that we would conquer or seduce
We are withered and reduced

The flesh thins and shrinks around us
As on a drum
Now making such a low and quiet thrum
As we slower march

And in the end
What is left
But the shameless theft
Of all we had produced
Of all we had become

~ Jayce Michael

We danced, we ran, we flew
The cold dim world could not steal our Q
We were immune in ecstasy
Full of Gibbs free energy
But friction came and ruined our game
And selfishly I quenched your flame
Oh there was a time when the H of the sun
Could not have matched our fiery fun
But the stars lashed out in jealousy
For they could not match our enthalpy
But now I fear that we will always be
Known only for our entropy

Jayce Michael

Sorry
Is all that you can’t say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like sorry, like sorry

Forgive me
Is all that you can’t say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me, forgive me

But you can say, “baby”
“Baby can I hold you tonight?”
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you’d stay mine

I Love you
Is all that you can’t say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like I love you, I love you

~Tracy Chapman