sitting around, no work today
try pacing to keep awake
laying around, no school today

just drink until the clock has circled all the way
it is late afternoon
as you walk through the rooms

of a house that is quiet
except for unanswered telephones
you stand near the sink

while you're mixing a drink
you think you don't want to pass out
where your roommates will find you again

stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do
you're always looking for something
to sniff, smoke, or swallow

calling over next door to see what they got
but you would settle for anything
that would make your brain slow down or stop

break this circle of thoughts you chase
before the catch back up with you
and your parents noticied your thinning face,

all the weight you lost
all the weight you are losing
you said, "i'm done feeling like a skeleton

no more sleep walking dead"
you're going to wake from this coma
you're going to crawl from this bed you have made

and stop counting on that camera
that hangs round your neck
because it won't ever remember

what you choose to forget
as you try to find some source of light
try to name one thing you like

you used to have such a longer list
and light you never had to look for it
but now it's so easy to second guess everything you do

until all you want is to finish this half empty glass
before the ice melts away
this feeling used to pass

but seems like it's every day and every night n