Yeah, I wake up early, but I wanna stay in bed.
Try to recall yesterday, things I did and what I said.
I didn't drink last night though my head feels pretty
lame. It's kind of frustrating when every day turns
out the same. It doesn't matter what I do.
If something happens the day before still shining through.
It's turning out to be more than I possibly can take.
I think I break, i think I break.
Boredom, exhaustic, insignificance.
No matter which way I chose to go the patterns still
is intact. It tends to get much worse,
now I chose fiction over fact.
At least then I don't have to be involved in things
I don't care the least how the fuck they solved.