The lobes of my brain
Scrape together anxiously
Loud enough for you to hear
Two floors up and six doors down

I keep you awake with pacing footsteps
Tracing orbits around splintered guitar necks
And ***** socks

I look out the window and see...
Nothing

Maybe the window's broken
Or isn't loading properly

Where are the mountains?
I could have sworn they were just here
Quietly watching us waste away

Maybe I didn't give them enough attention
So they left.

Or maybe I grew too big for the usual scenery
And left to fill my head with nonsense

This mess
Needs to be
                     sorted out
Before I get stuck in this rut