What a Drag

Wake up at noon broken glass in the carpet

There's people in the lawn and they know it's not dark yet

And my brain is losin' water, the ground's givin' way

My prefrontal cortex is starting to decay

I lost my edge on all my friends

The lights are feeling lonely and grueling memories never seem to end

I've considered the lilies, but my mail still will come

Even if I shut the blinds and pretend there is no sun

Honestly it ain't all bad, but man what a drag.

It's all so crazy but you say it so easily