It hits you, in the middle of a late night re-run.
And all of the sudden..
You listen to the scheduled bickering in pure optimism.
Your eyes grow heavy,
stories grow ridiculous and lengthly.
The scrubbed lady appears less frequent,
the mechanized beeps become dulled.
The scheduled hit of temporary relief
your head falls back into medicated sleep.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC
It hits you, in the middle of a late night re-run.
And all of the sudden..
You listen to the scheduled bickering in pure optimism.
Your eyes grow heavy,
stories grow ridiculous and lengthly.
The scrubbed lady appears less frequent,
the mechanized beeps become dulled.
The scheduled hit of temporary relief
your head falls back into medicated sleep.
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