things get turned around sooner or later

I don't like to think too hard about the way
Elliott Smith makes my heart pound
and the way he killed himself
more alone than the lyrics in his music
and I don't want to think
about starvation
when I live in a building with vending machines
don't make me think about what I see
when I look into your eyes
and I stop thinking about the world's problems
and how disgusted I am
that you make me think about mine
when I'd rather be pretentious and be concerned
about those dead and dying
instead of what living means when I'm with you
when I'm feeling most alive
because I'm toeing the line of sanity
because I can't hold all of these things at once
and I see bombs exploding
and limbs flying with gruesome accuracy
and all I want is to hold your hand
how are we supposed to live like this?