The thirsty throat of my thought never lets me think It swallows up each idea into the dead mass of depression Selecting what joys to **** dry each day Headaches and hangovers help me forget my forgetfulness The remiss panic attacks assist my fugue state Then my own failure and impending irrelevance does me the honor Of piercing the center of my skull like a rhino's horn Grateful I feed it my fears and futilely fake freedom for my family They can’t know, they have problems I know, I wont let it show, Friends, whether fake or “for real” worry for me, Disgraceful Im not some sappy sonofabitch looking for sorrow Just wake me when I’m already late and disappointing you tomorrow