half awake
with a mind full of clutter
under dressed
and i’m searching for cover

looking for skin in the bargain bins, but nothing seems to fit
if i can stay warm til i get back home, i’ll never steal again

every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind

every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get sideswiped

all alone
with a big white canvas
paralyzed
by a fear of progress

every pen stroke, every pollock throw is a liability
i went broke when the words i chose were taken as a guarantee

every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind

every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get sideswiped