All I Need

I don’t want flowers and feathers paired up with pastel skies, 
representing all the love that’s alive.

I don’t want plain musky wood, 
the type of wood you’d have to cut to make sure it was really smooth.

I don’t want no silence whatsoever,
no quiet, no words, no whisper, no noise.

I hate when it’s so still.
I hate when perfection takes place in the middle of the air,
rushing petty looks and emotions of despair.

I want all the misery that’s left to find,
messy as it is, that’s who I’ll take it with my heart.

I want a forest fire beside my bed, screaming, shouting, yelling,
till salt water comes down my neck.

I need no peace, no greatness, no hope.
What I need is what I lost, and what’s lost feels so far away I cannot reach it anymore.

Is it burning myself okay with all I said?
Cause I don’t need any garden to make me feel like a breath of fresh air,
When all I need is to be the smoke that comes out of your cigarette.