What a Drag

Wake up at noon broken glass in the carpet There's people in the lawn and they know it's not dark yet And my brain is losin' water, the ground's givin' way My prefrontal cortex is starting to decay I lost my edge on all my friends The lights are feeling lonely and grueling memories never seem to end I've considered the lilies, but my mail still will come Even if I shut the blinds and pretend there is no sun Honestly it ain't all bad, but man what a drag. It's all so crazy but you say it so easily I'll mess it up a thousand times, that's my main ability I censor myself which is semi ironic Cuz the movement in my mind is really catatonic I say anything I believe but only on holiday Because if it was weekly, I'd probably get locked away But I do not care anymore so you'll have to hear my scream About my unrelenting hate for the supreme I get it, don't get sad, aw man, what a drag