Every Night

Woke up this morning, wake, scratch that, stayed up late and made a laugh track to cue my sitcom

My Nickelodeon, overload on sodium, sugar jitters and a podium, socks slipping on linoleum

There's a tickle in my throat, a riddle in my note, oddly cryptic and godly gifted, with

A topic shifted to self-glory and praise, when rocking the stage, don't get lost in my haze

Said as a warning, delirious in the morning, Ms. Jensen was alluring, X-Videos wouldn't what

Call me boring. That's not a diss, but a shout-out for your honesty, expectations for what you wanna

See. A clown, with A-plus comedy, I'm here for the laughs, the goofs and the gaffs. A frown

Detached from what's been calling me, shoulders to cry on when misery's my song.

A sound Made from this technology, maybe gone deaf or nobody's left. A cap, a gown,

Maybe just Acknowledge me. It doesn't fit the script if we're speaking honestly.