staring at a another page so blank and white yet again
hoping for some mysterious genius inspiration to hit
with pen in hand
and i've guzzled three cups of coffee and i'm still not waking
this perpetual chemical coma is so fucking debilitating
lookin' for clarity and i'm tired of waiting
tired of
not knowing
not understanding a single thing
trying to figure
what makes a person feel complete
i've got an itch in my skull i just can't control and it aches
put lots of shit in my lungs and guts as a metaphorical
safety-brake
but everything i see inside you or me and in between drags me down
societies see human beings in need and tosses a brick to those that drown
grab their ipods with headphones plugged in to kill the sound
tired of
pretending
like i don't know anything
trying to relate
to an ignorant society
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