Infatuated by
flaws in facts.
Stay up late but then I wake early
so I can dream more consciously.
If my maker made me
from make believe,
he's done a good job
in breaking my spirits.

Please tell me the truth,
tell me 'bout you,
which screws are loose?
Before time will deem our
interest
as just irrelevant.

I talk to paintings daily
to seek advice.
They ease my nerves
(like prescribed pills)
when they look back and smile

(and I say

"Thank
you").

I've travelled time
but it is always to the past,
that's where
being immortal lasts.
I read the lines back
and see it with clarity;
but it's too late to act
so I go back
to the present--
to
wake
up early.

zoo zah zooh bah boo booh boobiddy zooh

Wake up,
hit snooze.
Wake up,
hit snooze.

I need more time

to wrap my mind
around the future.
I can see last night
in an empty bottle,
see rational thoughts in the
lost and found.
I'm in no rush
to go
and claim it
(but i'll say

"thank
you")

Got enough cash
to buy some snacks
and cigarettes.
If I spend more
than I'm in debt.

That's not a problem.

The third world's got
more pressing needs
than lonely first world woes.
I can live without dinner
until I get hungry
(I'll
concede
when you do too).

Maker, make believe I'm fine tonight.

Maker, nevermind.
I'm breathing
and I control my life.

Maker, all I want is a sign.

Maybe I'll just
go to sleep;
And I'll make sure
to be awake
when I'm awake.