Seven fingers on one hand On the bottle, in the can Pictures streaming on the box Now Ive realised Im couchlocked Take the hit Keep it in... and hold Exhale slowly Repeat it Slowly it dawns on me Sudden clarity on the TV Gilmore girls preaching gospel Rory warming the cockles Stuck sweating contemplating Thinking while procrastinating Actually maybe its ok Lauren Grahams fascinating Take the hit Keep it in... and hold Exhale slowly Repeat it Take the hit Keep it in... and hold Exhale slowly Repeat it Walls slowly moving Closer they encroach Tendons quickly tensing As the flames near the roach Reality fading Replaced by soap opera Story lines intersect Weaving through cornucopia Break the chains... invisible Escape the pull while its weakening The toilet seat awaits Pushing through the pain Gritting teeth, clenching fists This has gone way too far Someone call the anaesthetist Euphoric state of mind Eyesight shifting, never focused Toilet paper running thin Fuck it, guess Im sleeping here tonight
exhale, slowly, repeat, toilet, hit