Listener, Dan Smith — Untitled

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We are untitled, it’s not about beginnings or ends.
The journey is the thing, and chances are we’re off course.

It’s too bad that we’ve got a sad clown here, big bottom lip, droopy eyes, all frowns and tears.
The only thing that I can think to say is: What are you thinking saying those things that way?
You’ve got it all in your rhinestone covered, air conditioned, styled life.
You’ve even got your wall dazzled with denim displaying your fantastic accomplishments.
Applauding you while you sleep comfortably at night.
It’s just that the terrors your brain conjures up doesn’t allow you to sleep too tight.
And it’s all starting to fall apart, and the helpless thing is you’re completely out of fight.
What a pity your life is and there’s no one to throw a party but you.
In this city where life lives everyone’s a single serving refusing to notice you.
You decide that a fool is the only thing you can make out of yourself and you get pinned as crazy.
You just wanted is some attention for the paths you’re taking.
Living is not that bad but I know you’ve got your own dark scenarios.
Dying, I’m told, is not that good, but eventually yes we do all have to go.

Take 2 to the chest and call me in the after life.
It doesn’t seem like living to you without cohabitating your wrists and razor knives.
Debating about choking the last bit of oxygen life out of your screaming lungs.
Feet dangling from the end of a fool with ropes neck-tied to the rafters.
Have you lost your head? not yet, but soon literally.
As you sit in front of your dinner of 300 Vicatin salivating.
Foggily envisioning your utopia.
Pills of all colors and sizes staring, dancing, singing
The most inviting of musicals on your selfish heart strings.
And you with the idea that you can make a better start by ending.
The only thing that you can control in this world by folding.
The cards before you’ve even played a full hand.
I can understand you want to stop the pain from taunting you.
Widowing your dreams and responsibilities, trying to fill your God hole.
Refusing to glance at the convenient snake wrapped pole.
No matter what the end product will be.
You’ve got agendas and you’ve promised yourself
That you’ll be the finalizer and take the life of your health.

Honestly I don’t have all the answers.
I never have and I don’t pretend to be above this.
We’re all obviously human.
Most of us have 2 eyes, as well as friends or family that love us.
It’s these people we should wrap close around our cold shoulders cutting the frost.
Instead we choose to go it alone and end up losing an arm & a leg refusing to measure the cost.
There is hope out there, and she’s a bright shining angel.
She’s invisible to some and to others with faith enough to move mountains she’s their inner glow.
I implore you whose demons have a hold of the very personality that runs your soul.
Dig free from the common grave trenches that your sleeping in.
Make it the most selfish thing you do in your entire life-line.
Or, sooner than later very quickly you’ll be sleeping in permanently.
It’s got its filthy grip around your neck and your not breathing properly.
It’s got to be hard to go through what you call a day.
With a weight that always reminds you that your forever chained.
Here take my hand, I’m gripping tight to the truth that is above this.
Without my peace of mind I would be an ocean of drowning dreams blind.
From staring at the light, but confused at what the truth truly is.