My life is mostly the same some Times I feel the need to Spice it up I took it before I left my house The ride to School was average. Small talk With my Mother little does she know how tricked my body is A small screen lit up my dark restless night. And the little green vessels meet the average sunrise Everything is average Zoning out as usual, average until suddenly . My head how it spins like a Saturday night of drinking. My head how it bobs about like a Sunday morning regret. The choir sings the preacher commands me to repent my sins I can't take it back. And I wouldn't Id rather stare at the walls all night depriving myself of the one thing my body wants most and fight it in the morning Little does the preacher know that I don't give a **** about what's in my textbook. The congregation is engaged in the service little do they know that world war 3 has begun in my head Blood fills the pews battle smells permeate Personal poisons are subjective and on this morning,,ironically,,nyquil is my choice thank god for liquicaps the syrup is god awful