beautiful houses

you are all so beautiful
sitting in your beautiful houses
polishing your beautiful stones

i'm happy for you, really i am,
that you're so beautiful
and that your house is so beautiful
and that your stones are so shiny

i could never be so beautiful
i could never have such a beautiful house
i could never have such pretty, perfect rocks

(sigh)

sometimes i think it must be hard
to be so beautiful all the time
to keep such a beautiful house
to spend all day cleaning your stones
so that they are perfectly pristine and pure
sometimes i think to myself,
"self, sheesh! that must be exhausting to be so beautiful!"

in fact, most of the time, i think to myself,
'self, i don't mind living with a little dirt
every now and again, do you?'
and self says, 'actually, come to think of it -
i don't either! the earth is made of dirt.
we are born of the earth. maybe
we are born of dirt too.'

anyway, i bet you look even more beautiful
standing next to me, what with my dirt and all

you are all so fucking beautiful, it kills me.