May 07, 2007 06:00
uh oh, it's six am
didn't sleep again
my mind just kept racing around the track
it never seems to exhaust itself
it never reaches any conclusions
just keeps right on running
i start to make up my own theories on things
that i know nothing about
and i outline novels that i ought to write someday
and spew out poetry that nobody will ever read
but no matter what crazy things go on up there
my mind always wanders back to you
makes me think that you're the last thing that will ever cross my mind
i suppose there are worse things than that
to have looming in front of me
if only such things were reciprocated
things wouldn't be so confused
uh oh, it's six am
and i'm still awake again
i can't help thinking that if you
had only called me back
i might have just had dreams of you
instead of mind racing fits of you
next time that this happens
i'm going to shoot myself with a tranquilizer gun
so i can fall asleep instead
i'm going to be so pissed off at you
if you're the last thought i have before i'm dead.
peace,
leah