There is a string of hair dancing on soap
And the warm shower sedates my hope
I'm about to fall asleep on the mashed potatoes
I'm seeing old faces that I miss so much

There is tiredness groping my scalp
Driving faster is my only help
I'm seeing oncoming traffic
And they wave me into the two bright beams
They try to make me smile
I scoff, I scurry, I hurry
Into the merging lane
I'm back again
I eat different ice creams
It's an ice cream dream
And I can't find a better place to go
He can't determine the volume
It fluctuates;  and so does he
He is a ****

I can't seem to differ my introspection
Between her and I
What is to weep when she can cry
My eyes are dry, the air is dry
I can't seem to stop instigating
Her lovely, confused mind
I can't seem to stop wanting
To **** his good and graceful shrine