Writer's Shot

[Verse 1: Time] Some called him crazy, others called him blessed Cause he saw the apocalypse in every Rorschach test He had visions of dying young and staying pretty Below the concrete he knew there was a beach under the city He walked into the sea, with no intention of coming back But his alarm woke him up to that same REM track He told his boss, dying is the only thing we all have to do His boss said, "Do what I say, or I'll fucking fire you" He was obsessed, he knew all the names of death He knew a way to die for every letter in the alphabet He liked to write stories that had an ironic lesson Like the depressed man who OD'd on anti-depressants Did he want help, or did he want to die? It's hard to tell when desire comes, it seems the two collide He personified life, his best adjective was bitch Then he told God, you can't fire me I quit [Hook: Jason Horodyski] Awake each day, diminished Watch him wade, the soft erasure He left his face, in weeping hands And slipped through space, with Silvia he sails [Verse 2: Time] He called into work today, he's giving things away He didn't take his pills he's in the hills with the daffodils Madness carves its own reality, he stabbed his into the stories he wrote There's a thin line between creativity and crazy is his favorite quote Everyone's dysfunctional, there is no sane, there is no perfect But he's a genius, he does what he loves and lets insanity surface His stories were Pulitzers, he could've won Nobel prizes Only problem was, the author wasn't a survivor He said "Everybody hurts, take comfort in your friends" Then he pulled out a gun and killed himself to REM His life and art was priceless, but he couldn't see the value The world didn't understand him, better yet it didn't know how to His daughter found his writings, his words were peaceful and true She cried and said "This world wasn't meant for someone as beautiful as you" No suicide note was left, no answers just a scar Just silence and a reminder about how violent we all are [Hook: Jason Horodyski] Awake each day, diminished Watch him wade, the soft erasure He left his face, in weeping hands And slipped through space, with Silvia he sails