They say that what grows in our imagination

Takes us further from what we could attain

And without our reality's imperfections

We could all remain the same

I'd rather learn the guitar and live in fiction

And leave my life in disarray

Than to settle into the false depiction

Of a world without decay

'Cause when the autumn comes

And the heat is running low

I set my eyes on the Earth

To watch her decompose

How does she shed her leaves

And still feel ordinary?

She said, "put your mind at ease

Why don't you come and die with me?"