My best work
Is not from the best part of my mind
It comes from the half asleep
Struggling too keep my eyes open
Fingers two pounds heavier
Probably hallucinating
State of mind

It's about two thirds of the way to
Shouldn't drive a car
Can't remember last night
Alcohol poisoning
Black out
Drunk

I don't drink anything to get this way
I just pull those
Oh my god
Gotta keep going
Four cans of red bull
I wonder what the sunrise looks like
All-nighters

And in this state of sleep deprivation
I can imagine entire
Twenty years ahead
Hundred years behind
Magically shrouded
Just outside my door
Utopian
Dystopian
Worlds

And just as I begin to put pen to paper
I lose control of my muscles
And let unconsciousness steal my worlds away