I Mean, Like...
There wasn’t no use for simile
'cause there wasn’t any like
Like the dead aren't like the living
the living aren’t like the stones
Like the soul isn't like the body
the body's not like it was
Like the words aren't like the silence
the silence not like the sound
Of wind or sobs or heartbeat
and no two hearts beat the same
It's all apart and lonesome
all the stars in all the skies
all the blazes in all the voids
unlike every moment, unlike every like