it's four beers with the morning bell... and i'm swimming in a symphony of electronics. mellow smoothe with a fiery note every once in a while. and it builds to a peak. that ornery guiter, fluttering like a pesky fly...

into gush. out it pours.

will i make it five? will i fall asleep to his mumbling? will my mind finally ease into a sleep that's worthwhile? will i wake with the irritating sun fighting the window blinds?

will everything be in its place?

probably not. because yesterday was tough, today is a little numb and tomorrow never really comes. and i'm too tired to care. to fucked to complain.

where'd you park the car?