Another morning; can't get out of bed;
This cocoon of moping you've grown bespoke.
Drag yourself to the door; collect some fags from off the floor,
Collapse in the back yard, light up and think.
Barely woken, always outspoken,
The thought is there; the execution hazy.
Stumbled through another week,
Things will get better; so they've said.
Another morning, thumping head;
Can't sleep these days without some help.
Drag yourself onto your feet, falter up a stretching street,
Collapse in class, and paint on a smile.
Barely woken, spirit is broken,
The outlines make sense, the design confused,
Another week left to repeat
Similar mistakes from the previous.
Sun rises; and sun sets,
Clutching onto things not said,
Love you; miss you, wishing you were here,
High on misery, rapture in absurdity...
Another morning occupied by gloom,
Definition is lost of the person that was,
Drag yourself out of bed; controlled by voices in your head,
Collapse in the car, and drive.
