No one seems to understand that sometimes its better
to  sit at home and rest your mind then it is to fight
the army of teachers and students at the gates,
because all of that trampling and noise have my ears beating
like Kick drums,
I feel like a dog, because there is this high pitched ringing no one else
seems to hear
and the contents of my cranium are swilling about like coffee dregs and just like dregs, I'm all out of juice,
if you find me in the corner of some dark room don't be surprised,
don't be worried if I'm their without my mind,
Ive sold it for a blanket,
In the hopes that i might finally be warm enough to sleep