Another Monday morning
Two o’clock scraping the resin
From my bong
So I can try to get to sleep
But I know I’ll wake up the same
Way as I lay down
Alone

I spend my days surrounded
Always feeling the same
As when I woke up in the morning
And knowing when I go to bed
The only friend I have
Is the only person who doesn’t care

Self deprecation always gets a laugh
But when you speak the truth
It always sounds forced
But something has to be done
To break the melancholy in this courtyard
Something has to be done

But apathy is my favorite form of action
So I pass the buck to someone else
Because getting myself out of this funk
Is beyond my comprehension

Instead of saying what’s on my mind
I’ll keep it to myself
Until it has no choice but to come out
On pages only I read
Before I lay me down to sleep
Sedated and alone