I went out of my mind And
boiled My time into a Pop
Song and trashed it
Should I have not?

I can't write anything
and it's fitting since
who can read anyway
Why should they?

I thought it was OK
to burn Saturday
I was right
Weep

I scratch the surface
with perfect confidence
wasting everything
famously

You want me to write this
Spelling mornings and fastings
from the window of your past