Stashed

Stashed I'm too tired to think one more minute the clock blinks my eyes Just one more cigarette Just one more song staring at lyrics that make me jealous - two weeks from now will I even know? Piles of pursuits stashed in unclean corners Paper dreams and thought trains dislocated one unparticular morning, that morning when the coffee on my tongue kept a smile on my face all day Grinning through every complaint of those epitomes of white bread saints They don't know I dream They don't know I breathe Only that I have two hands, I have two feet and that's why I'm here in a class they live above Someone tear my eyes from these sheets! It's not helping you're in every seventh thought - I'll dream of you but there's no guarantee I will wake up sane I should really save that for when I have some spare time I should really save that I should save it save it...