Coffee in the mornings Afternoons I lay awake And hope that something's out there Something that can take away My breaking state of mind Breaking state of hatefulness It happens all the time It happens Having coffee in the mornings Afternoons I waste away And hope that he returns soon Smiling with patient grace And makes sure that I'm fine Makes sure that my mind is calm It happens all the time It happens It happens, it happens It happens, it happens Like a plane crash shark bite, I know that the chance is low But I'll be waiting here until the day that you can stand to go Where I am, 'cause I'm not a patient man But I could wait forever for another chance to take your hand And dance in place, break a manic state and start to feel again Drift through space, kiss my bliss away inside a helix spin Wistful hate, self-inclined and self-inflicated lately I'm no help with livin', dear, I'm just a selfish fucking baby And that's too real... far too real to ever say it So I'll rewrite this verse again and strike all the cursive penned And think of something better, a bit less detrimental My life is still in beta... my hit-reg existential For now, at least, I cower in my coward speech Happiness is out of reach whenever you are out of reach I'd give it all away for just a single hour each Where both of us can come to terms with our off-balance feet And learn to walk again Bottom of abyss or bottom feeding bottom-barrell staring Old apparel wearing, take the ferry in to bury him Sanitarium I spend my days and my nights quite Often, off it, talking toxic nonsense Common knowledge brought straight to the tables Stray from the fables, play through the cables So the sound resonates in every nook and every cranny Read the book and popped a xanny every crook I got uncanny At the last of it, taxing your passages, rapping a masochist Back to the past a bit, adamant savages, mad at him Hold the talisman above my fucking head like a trophy And hold your head up in the air like a talisman No battles or second chances around if you tattlin All these snakes when they rattlin turn to vacancies after it's said and done No rest for a setting sun, so impressed that you've never done What you claiming... fuck the game and the statements, I've said enough