why am i sitting here trying to hide when all this stupid shit collides, trading my mask for a pass into a midnight flu, i shiver and shake, earthquakes tremble up my ambushed arms and shake out behind my head, i saw a lion lose its roar inside those pitch black swells, projected, reversed and upside down, funny how everything really is a mess, more than me, then all the chemical clouds floating from your chap-lipped smoke drift off down the atmosphere dissolving into iron cage particles. searching for new melodies in a bryter layer of life, i cant hold it all down like everything is a joke, about the midnight riding the coattails of an afternoon shining brightly, rain clouds like a faithful dog, drowning sleep ushered in the softest sound, a cool and quiet morning, i knew where i belonged but never went there, its always a revolution always tieing my hands behind my back, finding sleep in someone elses face, tears me back down to nothing, beautiful confusion, you dont want to see me anymore, but ill be here tomorrow just like you have to be. everything adds up to something worth nothing to anyone, but maybe you or me, if you wanted it to be that way. I am sorry i cant see things the same anymore.