My eyes are tight and spattered with red as I roll from the sheets of my bed out into this light stained place.

I'm just laughing while the white seeps back into my
face, and I'm trying to chew my gums away.
I can see salvation but it would seem I can't quite reach it.

Times are getting harder,
always trying to keep my mind at bay.

The sky is growing dark and I'm still two blocks
from sanity. I guess I wish I'd told you that.

But I'm just laughing while the white seeps back into my face.

Certainty falls away from me often,
like a bird from the nest, do I really try my best?

Wryness seems to build within me or maybe it's something else, something dangerous, maybe it's optimism.

But the paranoia always seems to fall into place
late at night.

The heat in my limbs won't seem to drain out,
but I'm just laughing while the white seeps back into my face.