I bliss like this.

[ionizing]

I spend so much time talking about all the things that suck, but fuck it.
Life is good.
I got breathe, two feet, hands that move,
and eyes,
though not the best, they work and
I still got 'em.
Inside my chest, I got a heart
it has a murmur but that's
that's just the echoing of all the words I have left over.
And words. How could I forget.
Oh God, I got words.
Words I don't even know yet. 
I got a love too. Yeah, I got a love.
He makes the hurt, makes it just enough.
Might drive each other crazy, but
I'd rather be insane, i admit it
and maybe I'll never really know what love is,
but god, sometime, this is just fucking bliss,
and that can't be an accident, can it?