I sit and look at LCD screens
While you sleep
and think of better times
That I’m sure I’m not in
That I’m glad I’m not in

So here’s to you with the bloodshot eyes
I could give less of a fuck of what you aspire
I won’t inquire to any of it
I’d rather sit right here
and type these words no one will read

And I’ll swallow my trazadone
And in an hour I’ll conk out
And wake up the next day
Wondering why the hell I woke up