This tea tastes lovely this morning, just cooling down
Hydroxizine impounds this anxiety, I cry, am free
Of burdens piled on top of me, dropped casually, callously
Look at me, eye dead center, enter it on the chart
Machete swipe my heart in its little rib cage box
These birds must talk, screaming obscenities over Fig Newtons
Finding two cents on Memorial, tossed on soft hard plastic
Crashed it that one night, don't remember anything anymore
What else is in store, I really can't handle much more