These Things Don't Seem To Worry You

In a conscious coma,
You spectate as life glides by
Like the scenery witnessed from a moving vehicle
But things like this don't seem to worry you
Just as long as you stay high
Living through the quotes of dead musicians
and philosiphers
Is always chosen by those with a tendency
to follow blindly
Though these things don't seem to worry you,
You're telling me this between long drags of a cigarette
While the dimly lit stars that accompany
us on these long, dilated nights
slowly flicker out and expire, and
These things don't seem to worry you because
They've been dead for millions of years
Just like my empty feelings for you.
That dirty, persistant apathy,
With its ugly smile and locked embrace,
It whispers the same comforting things in
my ear
Just as you did when we were so ignorant to
our doom, imminent as the death
That surely will come to us much sooner
than both you and I,
Or everyone we know
Will expect
Though these things don't seem to worry you
Because those that are young, stay young
And the only ones that die are the other people
And the people that never could understand your
foolish ways of self-mutilation
It's only your body that we're poisoning,
so take one more drink
To drown out that awful screaming in your head
The voice of reason is always easy to ignore
For those of us with too much weight on our hearts
So take one more drink
because these things don't seem to worry you.