i wanna find a beautiful girl
to make me feel like the genius
that i know i am and was born as
i know i will and when i do
she will know it too
and our beautiful genius kids
will roam the galaxies
and rule the suns
but i am done with beautiful pretenders
for a real fire cannot be faked
and i have exhausted by own vain attempts
at worldly glories always tomorrow
got tired of running
sick of losing
one day woke up as an honest man
in the early morning hours
i masterplanned
flowers and broken children
lost in the time of sweet nothing
this crazy world of ours
all the wild theories
for regular folk to graps
like a poet holds on to his muse
suffocated and abandoned
dark moments linger in the light
she walks by and i am hypnotized
here we are
you and me as one
both rested enough to run
both bored and lonely
done with our old clothes and names
lets go to the airport
two tickets, one way
nobody will even notice
two lovers gone
all they will see is the faint traces
left in vague poems
of drunks dying in dark bars
forgotten and beautiful
the kind of genius only sorrow
can buy