Half-empty

I won't leave any bottle half-empty
Because I'm training for a world record
And I won't fill unfinished paintings
When the artist will pass out

No question will be left unanswered
No sentiment unknown
No gesture uninterpreted
No collision is unwanted

You found yourself a lucky penny
That you rub at every problem
On a boardwalk full of couples
It gave you some kind of wisdom
The kind of wisdom people have
The one with others feeling bad
Walls of unfinished bottles
Have fallen to the floor

And no question will be left unanswered
No emotion made estranged
All principles made explicit
No confusion left unchanged, no question unanswered

You have no right to express yourself
When it's pain you're going for
Freedom has its narrow limits
When your speach is of your own free will
You spoke of clarity and love
But your syntax was all blurred
Now I'm a half-empty person
I must have missed a word
Now I'm a half-empty person
Only know half of what I heard

No question should be left unanswered
No mouth left unfed
No painting left unfinished
No bottle left half-empty
No bottle left half-full