winter birds, uncollatednfly like leaves towards the doom that awaits themnI went to bed so early that the sun was still outnI took four aspirin to help mento have mena youth is so blindnand such concretenand such concretenit breaks and a weed grows towards the skynand we know and we know and we knowncivilization must gonand we know and we know and we knownand we knownI got tired of waiting for things to changenI made my own pastnthings can be rearrangednI got tired of the holidaysnI made them fly bynin such a haze ofnsmoke and smoke and water and smokenand smoke and smoke and fog and pills andnalarm clocks going off while I sleep through themnalarm clocks going off and I sleep through them