I'd rather be boring than let my heart soar,

And I'd rather sleep soundly then keep every score,

And I'd rather be smiling then secretly crying

Alone, in the backroom of the basement of my mind.

And I'd rather be silent than endlessly violent,

I'd rather have nothing than more than I can carry,

And I'd rather be peaceful than searching the streets

For a ghost that will vanish as soon as it's spied.