My Radio

The screeching noise of boredom

Take the glass from my hand
I want to be sober again
See the daylight in bed
Sweat the sheets
And turn the pillow beneeth my head

I'm awake but can't get up
Overwhelmed with the weight of my history
What will get me up today?
Why shouldn't I stay?

Sleep away my life in the sun
Cold blood stroke heated by the day

I shouldn't have called
But i'm lonely
As i lie in the floor

Chrome handles on every door
Paint stains on every board

Can't straight this mess
This is the pudle of junk
To where i regress
Diagonal progress
And crowded loneliness

I try hard to be myself
People that I can't pretend
To understand or stand.
I hate the loneliness I'm craving

Nightmares of luke warm showers
And fear of lame handshakes
Panicking silence
Unconfortable sounds

The screeching noise of boredom
The surreal lights of the white plains.