I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
So much time is cashed.
so much smoke is wasted.
sudden disappearance
in the air is thick and cool.
i can't approach myself
skidding over this perdition
and now i'm out on the verandah
when i should have gone to school.
Well i call for sleep,
but sleep it won't come to me.
shuffling in the hallway,
i can hear him on the stairs.
i hear his lighter flicking.
i hear the soft sigh of his inhale.
and the whole width of my intentions
he exhales into the air.
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
Skeedunt, stunt the runt,
smoking buddha blunt.
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.