I hadn't left the bed for days
psychotic,
but I knew something that most didn't.

it meant something
it was rich.

like all the songs
they don't play on the radio anymore.
like all the writers
they don't read anymore.

me and her
me and her, we've got the same problem.
but they don't listen to us anymore.

I've got it bad, I've got it bad
and the *** cascades over me like
a waterfall in hell.

we're not meant for this world,
not meant for these things they subject us to.
and we can't relate,
at least I can't.
I've got nothin'.

it's a nothin'ness that gets stronger with the hours.

it grows stronger as I grow weaker.

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I slept and I woke up
and I drank and I slept.
and I woke up a week later
feeling more like myself.