Meaning is sometimes hard to spot

It begins with the flickering of cigarettes

In the darkness of a dorm room

Somewhere in the suffocated mid-west

If this is real then I was mistaken

And if there is truth then why can't we find it?

Beauty comes to those who have been waiting

For something that is bigger than themselves

~

But this is the sound of the hopeless kids

As they scream from the basements

Of the houses of their parents

And this is the sound of the hopeless ones

As they stare down at their books

And realize that they've been lied to