A black ring glares from the bottom of your coffee cup
(the porcelain coffin of motivation)
The spinning of the record wearing itself thin.
It all seems so reflective of your present state: neuroses, nightmares…
The rings around your eyes
The circling of your thoughts
The second-hand life handed to you 21 years ago.
"Happy birthday! Have hope. Learn. Child. Teen. Discovery. Heartbreak. College. Confusion. Lost at sea. You’re slipping oh God how you’re slipping. Career. How are you still single? Better marry the first halfway decent or they’ll all be TakenSpouseChildrenCookcleanlookpresentable be happy be happy be happy goddammit you ungrateful motherfucking Insert cliched quote about smelling the flowers. Enjoy that sunset before you die, old friend." Now press repeat.
Why can’t you sleep at night?
(it’s not the adderall this time i swear)
What are you holding out for?
No one’s happy, or even content.
(yes they are you should buy this pill!)
They’ll shove it down your throat until you swallow.
These headphones changed my life. I have to Instragram this latte. I’m going to delete this Facebook status unless it helps me get laid next…
How do you sleep at night?
How do you look in the mirror?
Is it really the weather that makes you feel this way?
(flying west won’t make you stop hating humanity)
You’ll have a career.
You’ll lose your soul.
Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
You’ve finished your coffee
Time for the b-side.
How do you sleep.