Santa Barbara II
If you really think about it
You have the liberty to change your life
Whenever you want
Complaining is necessary
But if you don't even try to fix yourself
You're going to be stuck in a rut for the rest of your life
But your life doesn't always end when your body does
Your soul will die when you stop valuing simple things
Like cigarettes
Or the way the pavement smells after it rains
Or the way my eyes light up every time you say you love me
When you refuse to even try
Is the first step to dying
You need to enjoy something
Something has to make you smile
Or your poems will break their hearts
Because enjoying the small things
Out ways enduring the pain
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