The morning comes, I'm hours late
Tired of how the fibers lay expressionless
Or fake, and while purpose isn't real
I've sunk my teeth into the thought
And ground them down to dust
Humored delusions have a cost
You can't fake it til' it's real
So I crawl out of my cocoon and everything's
The same
Can't dwell on raspberry skeletons and
Then expect a change
My good intentions were just decoys when
Summer begged to play
Just some excuse for letting electric
Storms fill up the day
I can't calculate the time anymore
This messy mind I can't ignore
Unwrap the plastic and scuff me up
And ditch my blanket
I'll get up