endless, the days
circling ruts in your own doubt
there's only one room
that ever gets warm in the whole house
unfocus your eyes
let them glaze white
play the tape out
listless and dazed
kicking up dust down a long road
don't know if it works
but the work is the only thing you know
may it someday come as easy as breath:
in and out and in again
secretly high
and desperate to keep your composure
crying at work
it takes all you got to be sober
you'll get older present or not
so cut out the rot and start over