I love music, especially dance music
Although I hate dancing
Nothing makes me feel as f*cking clueless
What to do with my body
As f*cking, and dancing
Usually I just bounce up and down
On the balls of my feet and hope
It makes someone else happy
Usually my goal in life is
Just to make someone else happy
But happy isn't something you can make someone
You can make someone cookies
You can make someone art
You can take them over to their house
Even pleasure them while you're there
That one seems like it ought to be easy
Seems like it ought to be in the name, pleasure
And true you can give them pleasure
You can give them cookies and art too
And whatever else they like
But you can't give them happiness
Only they can do that
I still tend to try though
So my best friend says that I'm
One of the kindest people in the world
And I kind of like that
But I'm maybe not always one of
The happiest person in the world
I tend to get tired
Or anxious
Or find myself somewhere else entirely
On thoughts enough to fill my hot air balloon head
It takes me way up into the sky
Knowing full well how afraid I am of heights
Just a gaslight burner getting off on its own dread
But dance music helps in that two am sky
It fills the silence
It glitches and skips the same as my heart
Drops like my stomach
And floors me
But I'm not afraid of heights on the floor
So when there are too many thoughts
And even more places for them to go
When there's too much f*cking space
There's so much f*cking space
Look up at the sky
Count the stars, there are so many of them
But most of them are already dead
Do the same for the earth
Count the people, there are so many of them
Most of them are already dead
But look dead center
For you and for me
There's a light that's alive right now
I know it's selfish but I want you to keep it that way
To the best of your ability
I know how hard it can be
But I know I can't make you happy
So please
Can you do it for me?