I woke up on the wrong side of the weekend and I don't want to begin again because I'm feeling "defeat" while the vultures wait patient for the end of the weak my friends say, "You look like someone I knew someone who got lost in the blues and fell behind the beat" you think that you're dreaming but you're only asleep
who took the life out of alive? I woke up on the wrong side of a crime . . . .
and I'm sick of feeling like I'm fucking dead school. work. debt. dread every cul-de-sac is another dead end
every morning I wake up looking down on a day so shallow that I can't even drown