2:58 a.m.
August 11, 2004
I admit it's not the first time

I can't figure me out

With a little bit of courage

And a little bit of effort

I go the wrong way some days

I never said it would be easy

But it's hard to live in the spectre

Of later and later

I'm hungry enough to fall asleep

It's been too long since I fed my ego

I'm an anomaly

Or that's what I'd like to be

It's about time I made the switch to caffeine free

It's too far gone to make effort

I'm cheating on you

I'm stealing from you

And if no one thinks I did it well it's all just A++ OK

"The sidewinder sleeps on his back"

I'd like to say I'm egotistical

To the point where I doubt the worth of self-worth

I offer you my gentlest advice

If you keep trying you'll end up bored

If one more person tells me I'm great

I might go another inch deeper

The odds are steeper this time

That I'll give up before I try

It's my legendary nineteen-eighty-four

Accustomed to what I'm accustomed to

It's the fantastic, yet uninspired

Archived work from October

It's my clashes and my anguish

That I find myself so ashamed of

I'd like to forget my past

It's my subremembered artifact

I like to have a free-form day

That stretches to the night

If you fuck with my orders I could start a fight

And everything okay a day away

I feel like going subconscious

I'm shaking and ruining all my teeth

Remind me, please why I

Hate to leave this room

It's the uninformed uniformed

The battles that I run naked and scared from

It's the irony of empathy

And how kicking my shins gives you a finger to the face

It's canadian television

It's the tangling of these ropes

It's the rephrasing of my hopes

It's my favorite time of day