Jaundice on my skin,
Texture like old paper,
With every page turned,
I am learning something new.

Sit up,
It's not bedtime yet,
Sit up,
You have some ideas,
Sit up,
You can do this.

Take care of my nails,
While I stand in the center,
Of my palm while dreaming,
November might take me home.

Sit up,
The list is incomplete,
Sit up,
Your name isn't written,
Sit up,
The sun is yours to grasp.

Jaundice on my eyeballs,
I haven't drank a drop in my life,
Yet I feel drunk with shaky legs,
And I won't stop feeling so inspired.