Waking every morning
To play at make believe
Putting on my big boy clothes
Suppress the scream that’s inside me
Everything seems the same
Routine Assimilation
Hiding behind the wind
A shield from your elation
Pound down the sun
Drowning in delirium
Find the hole and cut it wide
Broken down no place to die
I know, kind of dramatic right. I'm missing a lot of sleep today, and really I think the last two stanzas are mostly contrived. But that first stanza, that was magic!
1 comment:
I'm gonna make lots of money soon so that I can hire you to ride a scooter around town for the helluvit - no big boy clothes required. :D
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