it is still sad, ironically

and every day at this time on this day i think about how awesome it would be if it were awesome. i listen to the talking ones talk about the "lost potential" and the bad art tributes that invariably end with a grave. i see the logic, brown is really the easiest color to make, art wise. we all cling to the brilliant sad to make our sad more brilliant. it is a little bright, through the clouds, the dirt, this...but it is never brilliant. i see it coming but i still miss.

"Oh Well, Okay"

Here's the silhouette, the face always turned away
The bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day
Couldn't figure out what made you so unhappy
Shook your head to say no no no
And stopped for a spell
And stayed that way
Oh well, okay

I got pictures, I just don't see it anymore
Climbing hour upon hour through a total bore
With the one I keep, where it never fades
In the safety of a pitch-black mind
An airless cell
That blocks the day
Oh well, okay

If you get a feeling next time you see me
Do me a favor and let me know
'Cos it's hard to tell
It's hard to say
Oh well, okay
Oh well, okay
Oh well, okay