Soft Power

My friend Ryan

Offered good advice

So I took a slice

And sailed through to mellow skies

There is nothing wrong with being nice

Unless it's just a front

To get yourself by

And I can tell

So what the hell

I don't think I really need them in my life

Sometimes I wish that bird would up and die

Tear through crayola skies

Now I sit at home alone

Watch tv mope on the phone

And annie meets the moon

It is dawn in Paris though

I want to un know

The swell I felt under your hex

Your floral dress

Your silver wire

Specs

Cindy moved to the other side

And there she lived as if she'd died

Death cult paradise

Why don't you end it where it lies

I got home and had another try

But ryan tells me all the time

He's got the same d**n problem as mine

Minimal heartbreak feels nice