bitter taste in my mouth before bed

Socrates used hemlock
to finally prove his point

i wish that I had one too
so I could leave this joint

but I am rather pointless
i'm just another guy

i'm empty like the universe
and God won't tell me why

Let me don a toga
and talk about the dust

we can pretend that love exists
like faith and love and trust

but when the moon falls
into the blackness of the sea

I won't be all that surprised
that you've gone and left me

Socrates had Plato
I have silly words

I wonder if he realized
that it's all quite absurd

Tomorrow might be coming
yesterday's mostly gone

so I pretend it matters
what else can i do but carry on?

just pretend it matters
like nothing has gone wrong