Dark Luggage Under My Eyes

Morning rides around cafeine and nicotine is what this world means
Straggle on one leg to work with doubts of narcotics
Me only me vintage and yet broke to be
Dependent on hallucinagens to cooperate with life
Friction of speed, makes me need more reflect of sickness
Flesh of asshole mormons, who tend to see me in there with nail polish and no regard for trend
I lick the rocks and my mouth numb, ice cream so dull
Fullfill life's objective to minimum wage and stay awake by serving what hates
Dream to sleep forever cuz' of the fact I can't relate
Last resort is to be humerous as I'm in denial I say the best part of waking up is either in my cup

             ~Aruj