The Philosopher, The Lover and The Poet

Wake yourself up at 4 in the morning
To prove the lover wrong
And the poet non-existent
Drink your chamomile
Then work it around the other way
The lover was right, the poet exists,
Goodnight

Wake up at 8
Nothing seems right
The philosopher feels dead
Missing too much sleep
Sacrifices, burnt offerings for the lover
Again
Or
Poet, give this a spin
It will get you even higher

There's a spot on her lung
But I stopped smoking
That was 2007
Who's there? Who's talking?
Not enough saviors
For you in this lifetime
Your sweet innocent lakeside love
Your violent life for nothing
I can't carry it in my chest
It's crushing me

Say your prayers

He's just a man
Don't be a fool
Don't make him a God
The philosopher, the lover and the poet
Are gone.