I went to sleep on Monday night and now it is Saturday
Most would call that lazy but I would call it making a way
To disallow my conscious mind from rolling around learning the lines from that nasty play
Obviously the reason that I took my ass to sleep that day
was my mind started talking shit and that shit ain’t gonna seep and run
and pool all over the floors and walls and doors of my fucking brain
letting my subconscious become a mop and soak it up… fuck no that’s insane
So I keep a script of seroquil for days just like that
days I can’t control the rain when it’s coming down like that
Telling me all kinds of stupid shit like “you’re worthless, give it up”
“You’re old and you’re ugly, suck it up and die and btw you crack me up”.
Nope, conscious mind, I’m glad I made you laugh; I’ll go take a nap
but you don’t get to drink that poison when I go to bed
I will put your ass to sleep, too, and no you won’t be fed.