wake up

ouch. it was one of those mornings where i just didn't want to wake up to myself.

why, do you like playing around with
my, narrow scope of reality
i, can feel it all start slipping away
see but i don't get it
don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
don't you think it can take control when i don't let it
i get stupified
it's all the same you say
live with it

(it was one of those mornings where you wake up and pray that it was a dream, when you know it wasn't.)