After midnight’s glow and morning’s
gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of
self-loathing
waking up from the longest dream
where we’re all running away
it’s a sobering experience
still sinking still spinning still hanging by a
thread
I’ve been thinking I’ll stop
wasting the days away and make life worth
living
controlling these demons and stopping sirens from
screaming
lapsing in and out of this great escape
a love-hate relationship
we’re all stuck in our ways
and as we drown everyday we revel in our
self-indulgence
and wonder why we feel so trapped in our
bodies
in out rooms in out cities with our words
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