I woke up from a drugged sleep, Went to work feeling like I had no feet I speak my mind when my mind goes numb There's no candy - coating when the sugar runs. It's unfortunate when benedryl turns me to a zombie shell But, contrary to my spoken thoughts, I tend to write pretty well. So I set my sails on paper trails leading into ink infested wells Not literally though, I bought a pack of 20 pens on sale. Caligrapher? I could never be. My mind spits too vapidly. The metal tips snap back at me, leaving splatters on the tapestry.
I take a bath, I take a bath with a cup of tea And stupid show on TV, stifling my own laughing My wife is in the room connected and she's trying to sleep. I wake her up occasionally to tell her an obsurd thought, Most of those nights I'm up past three. I swear she compliments my crazy mind quite perfectly. She'll read this babble I wrote and tell me I'm silly. And do you know why? Because I'm silly.
I wouldn't know what to do with a lot money, I don't want fancy cars or designer meds. But I'd love a glass of orange juice with some pulp, instead. I'm not a picky person, but there are a couple things I hate, Like asking for fresh - squeezed and getting concentrate.