Scared or not, I'm drinking coffee cold. Familiar strangers will be
Tangling realities that seem so real to me.
Awoke, awash, I wait to watch my clock's arms stop
With such ceaseless spins so seldom seen
And I did wander into streams, but I do not emerge clean.
Unhealthy doses of lightning, a thunderous alarm clock ring.
We have the heaviest eyelids. I wish you'd scream
Wake up, you're drowning in sloe gin, knocking back those Ambien.
Is this real or just a dream?
If cigarettes are opinions then I could do with a second.
I'll take up my seat on the rings of Saturn. Smoke while comets burn.
Unhealthy doses of lightning, a thunderous alarm clock ring.
We have the heaviest eyelids. I wish you'd scream
Wake up, you're drowning in sloe gin, knocking back those Ambien.
Is this real or just a dream?
And now I'm tying up knots in the rings of Saturn...