Anything Helps

We shove the type of earplugs in our skulls that play

our heart strings,

And sweet voices,

And the sounds of glorious boredom.

In the hopes that it will drown out the cacophony of our own heads,

Where silent battles are waged,

Innocence is raped by mockery,

Trust is put out of work by sarcasm,

And beauty is confined to the eye of the beholder.

We skim screens for jokes nodding: “I get you.’’

We laugh, but it never sunk to our bones because we didn’t really get ourselves.

So our eyes run marathons over information superhighways never stopping for a second-

Thinking we were running home, but really we were running from it.

And if I hear another word about “you crazy lazy kids”

I’ll tell ‘em there’s not a thought in our heads that wasn’t written by fallen angels

On their way down to Hell.

‘Cause it’s all guilt and glory and madness and mercy,

A perfect contradiction to ourselves as we mug our friends for love

But at the same time we can’t seem to stop writing music and letting our

hearts busk on each and every street corner.

Beggin’ for a bit of laughter.

Or tears.

‘Cause you know, anything helps.