A lot of this comes back to my desire to inspire, particularly women, because when I was a kid and going to punk rock shows, there weren’t any girls on stage playing instruments that weren’t there as a pretty prop. Girls that weren’t afraid to get their make-up smeared and look sweaty. To be fearless and make the stage their own. It’s what gets me out of bed in the morning.

I want to make your coffee in the morning
Even though we’re both late sleepers.
And to watch your sleepy eyes open
After a restful night
And your arms tighten around me.
I ask how you like your coffee
Only once though, because I’ll remember
I’ll remember every detail about you.

I want to drive you to work
With your hand on my knee
Because you know it drives me crazy
But your goodbye kiss keeps me sane
And later I’ll surprise you with a homemade lunch
Because you think I eat out too much
But we both know that wasn’t the case the other day.

I want to pick you up after work
I’ll let you drive because I know you crave
The power of the acceleration
And I’ll lay my head on your shoulder
As you tell me about your day
And what those people I don’t know
Said that was funny, that pissed you off, or that had no affect whatsoever.
I’ll just sit there watching your lips move craving them on mine.

And when the night comes,
And were both too tired to talk anymore
You’ll pull me into your arms
And hold me
My security blanket
In exchange for the coffee, lunch, and power.
And we’ll fall asleep
Into our gentle dreams.

Tomorrow, I won’t have to ask about coffee.

—  TheLionsPoet

Lindsey Way has become something of a mentor to an aspiring artist named Frances Bean Cobain, “We were her favorite band,” Gerard Way says. “Courtney [Love] brought her to a show for her birthday, and now me and Lindsey are friends with her. She’s a fucking rad kid.” (SPIN, 2010)