Morning birds awaken me but I can't hear them sing.
Nothing I do from nine to five will ever mean a thing.
Six pm till ten I sit upon my bed,
Drink and smoke and play guitar to silence the voices in my head.

Morning dawns too early, evening comes too soon.
I watch the shadows lengthening in my empty room.
Used to be so healthy, I wish i'd never grown.
Think i'll write a love song about a love i've never known.

Tyranny of solitariness keeps my mind in check.
Turned to drugs for company, this party's always dead.
Living this quaint and quiet life, the silence gets too loud.
The cuts I make with this butter knife makes my conscience proud.
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Aug 11, 2010