damn it.

where is all this coming from?
i can't close my eyes, i can't wait until dawn
i'm bleeding in my seat covered in artificial light
listening to the sound of bitter all through the night

what the hell is wrong with me?
a little effort on the board and now i'm going crazy?
the simplest things make me go, "wow, that's us"
when they're really nothing more than elusive dusts

your black tune is playing sick on high rotation
you act like you're so dark, like you're always broken
what am i doing here? you're like an old map
brown on the edges, lame, and oh so full of crap