my eyes are heavy
my head is cloudy and sad
it was a long day

a thought so unseen

you'd think i'd be in the clear

i was so **** wrong

i only feel guilt
when there is guilt to be felt
but none inside me

pass me the blunt *****
what? am i not cool enough
just let me get high

distance is a friend
to the holes in our young hearts
watching through a lens

andy warhol prints

float like shadows in the air

but they are all gold

All this rice in my bed is interfering with my sleep
But I didn't know there was a hole in my head
Please don't ask me about all the snails I keep
Some things are better left unsaid

All the rabbits in the cupboard are pouring out,
Three by two,
As the spiders dance down the shutters
They pixilate the sun's new gloom

So I wipe the sadness off my mattress,
and start anew
Simply free and sweetly tactless,
happiness grew