Stuck inside my head today, it’s not a good place to be.
It gets pretty lonely in here, just me and me.
A place so dark, blues are bright.
My body aches, yet alone I fight.
The same million thoughts all run around.
The same old shit knocks me to the ground.
A door is here.
I know somewhere.
I’ll bang my head around one more time.
A crack may appear, again I’ll rhyme.
Again I’ll love, again I’ll care.
Again I’m free, but do I dare.
Static by day and charge by night,
two negatives don’t make a right.
But sleep will come eventually.
Work will follow unfortunately.
Then home again alone with me,
my Monday night mystery, yet to be.