Entropy

Entropy's a tragedy in the long-shot
But it's beautiful close-up
The soft hiss of a lit cigarette
The crackle of ice in a glass
The almost imperceptible cries
of order ceasing to exist.

Mixed-up Confusion

I got it all mixed up somewhere,
I think.
I smoke cigarettes but not weed.
I drink coffee instead of beer.
I go to college to get educated and the library to get laid.
I have a plan for surviving the apocalypse but not a girlfriend.
I haven't eaten a vegetable in six days.
I stay up for days getting nothing done
I lie in the grass reading when I should be
lying in the grass fucking.
And I cry over songs about getting old
instead of dancing to songs about dying young.