Questless

Just like your lager
This culture’s flat
Maybe I should pour it out again
But I can’t help drinking
Even if it makes me sick
Maybe we should start all over again
Maybe I should cry
Maybe I should work hard and preserve what I’ve got
Cuz even bad beer will get me drunk

They say in cultures
We considered primitive
They believed a camera stole your soul
Well I still believe it
So don’t take a picture of me
I believe that images are cold
And have no souls
I think that’s why the actresses and presidents
and quarterbacks, they all look the same
And it’s driving me insane

What will it take to rescue my vision
From overbearing skepticism
And world-weary cynicism
I don’t think anything’s true
At 23 I’ve lost my moorings
And all the tension just seems boring
I look around and search for glory
But all I see is you
And you look just like me

Now I can’t remember
Ever feeling quite so sick
And right now is the worst time of the day
When I’m sitting, thinking
And most likely drinking
Trying to figure out what made me this way
Is it DNA?
Is it some unyielding force like Calvinists obey?
Cuz that might be okay

But I suspect that there’s no heaven
And who I am is not genetic
If what I’m feeling is depressing
The cause is me or you
I keep on looking for an answer
But all I’m finding is lung cancer
Credit cards and a telecaster 
And this song for you
Do you feel lucky too?
 

~ 2000