Stoic Goes to Hell

A Stoic goes to hell

And says, “I was already there

“You can live in the light

“And still live under despair

“'Cause when everyone else was in ecstasy

“I was burning inside at their apathy

“And not one of them wanted to share with me

“But down here we all share in our misery”

A Stoic goes to hell

And flames rise up from the sea

He clears the ash from his eyes

And says, “This is where I’m meant to be

“‘Cause if Hell is a place, well, then Love must be, too

“And I've never been there, but I know there’s a view

“From the brochures I found stuck in every pew

“In the Chapel of We’re Fucking Better Than You”

A Stoic goes to hell

And forgets the smell after a while

Damned to the fire

‘Cause he never learned to fake a smile

But he knows that it has to get better in time

What with Happiness gone out of sight and of mind

It takes more to connect there than just being kind

Thinks, “At least no one’s lot here is better than mine”

Misery Town, CA

Last train out of Misery Town

Sabotaged, the train breaks down

We’re all so glad you’ve come to stay

Your room’s been kept, your bed’s been made

The broken dreams, the lost and found

They all end up in Misery Town

Where we all share one thing in common

A similar state of confusion we’re all in

Living and losing and long cold-streaks

Beneath flickering lights on pot-holed streets

Old roots are showing through broken sidewalk

So down another glass for memories etched in white chalk

The dead-end dreams, the lost and found

We all end up in Misery Town

Where we all share something in common

The similar state of confusion we’re all in

Here we depend on the sadness of others

And we’re all too pleased to make room for another

But there’s one road out and the bridge burnt down

We’ve stranded ourselves here in Misery Town