At my desk I wonder when my time will come.
In my chest of things I wish I had never done.
In less than an hour I will be powerless against the forces of
In less than a day I will forget this all and come back tomorrow.
Sweet vermillion, she is sitting there,
fingers gently through her hair.
She is wonder woman in her underwear.
She will tread lightly if she cares.
Why does she cry?
I can change her world in a blink of an eye.
Paperweight, where have you gone?
Paperweight, my sheets are loose without you.
Take my break and take my smoke and I step outside and take this all in.
How did I wind up in this box, how did I wind up at all?
Plastic toys and pantomimes and pieces of the confusing glow from six to ten.
Flourescent clouds hang over my life,
still wakes me up at night.
