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.