I seek reprieve in the second bedroom
We converted to home office
Where I framed some vinyl records
"Blue", "Rumors", and "Born To Run"
Which I note as a little standard
Conduct an eBay search for "Lodger"
Four clicks later, eight bucks broker
In a week it arrives at my home
And I'm still miserable
This is acceptable
I jump out of my bed already feeling fatigued
I don't remember why I stayed up, now I'm weak in the knees
I check my inbox, making breakfast, swiping left to delete
I microwave some stale coffee from the previous week
I burnt the shit out of my toast cause I forgot it was toasting stamping seals of approval via microinteractions
Tell somebody I can't do it cause I'm spread too thin
Tell myself that tomorrow I'll try meditation again
And lament the reminders repeating
They flash across awareness, try to focus on breathing
But my senses are heightened, my synapses abuzz
So I can't focus on nothing 'cept the tabs I just opened above
It's like black tar heroin
Loop it into the waves again
The thrum of my betterment
How soonish can I forget
Inform my next of kin
Once the arrangements begin
Bury me in my notifications
To the static you hear between stations
Still, there's something so divine about a screen in your eyes
Like you're sitting on the top of the world
There's nothing like a homebound clickaround night
To flatten out the paranoid blur
There's something so divine (Stare at myself)
About a screen in your eyes (Blue glow of the LCD)
It's like you're sitting on the top of the world (Mad at myself)
There's nothing like a homebound clickaround night (2 star rated and trembling)
To flatten out the paranoid blur
There's something so divine (Stare at myself)
About a screen in your eyes (Blue glow of the LCD)
It's like you're sitting on the top of the world (Mad at myself)
There's nothing like a homebound clickaround night (2 star rated and trembling)
To flatten out the paranoid blur
