Imagined treasures have a way of tarnishing
Fool's gold turning black
Things you thought you wanted
[[Have a way of taking back->Peace]]A peaceful rainy evening
Alone, just you, yourself
Was once all you ever wanted
[[But now you reach for the liquor shelf->Quiet]]The quieter the house
The louder thoughts will yell
You'd never known such wisdom
[[Until here and now you fell->Alone]]All you'd wanted was peace
And now that you have it
The grass is not greener
Maybe love and war were shit
[[ But still better, if not easier.->Start]]