Grogginess consumes me,
I'm waking up,
In my own bed,
Nobody's here to greet me,
I stare at the popcorn ceiling,
Eyes blurry from sleeping,
The blinds let slivers of daylight in,
But am I ready for the day to begin?
I've got a list,
A list,
Of things to do today,
Like going to my aunt's funeral,
Even though her soul is now far, far away,
Visiting the hospital to see my brother,
He was in a car accident,
That killed the other driver,
Grocery shopping,
With only twenty bucks,
Dinner with my dad,
And the girl, my age, he fucks,
And as night falls,
My car will break down,
And I'll be shit out of luck,
But that's alright,
It's all going to be fine,
It's not like I've committed any crimes,
I'll go back to my bed,
Fall back to sleep,
And dream of a world,
Where the world doesn't fuck me...
