I'm sick of feeling stuck in a vestibule trapped in your armoire Can't stop searching through your chest of drawers
Looking for reasons not to escape I worked hard to get here I just want to sit on my deck drinking coffee, fernet, and beer but I'm too busy with my Winchester mansion to ever settle
Don't know how to avoid gaping emptiness so thoroughly anymore when mowing grass seems to be my biggest problem anymore I just don't have the energy I'm too tired after a morning of forced psychic connections with folks that would be strangers if today we had our choice