an itchy festering under my skin the bags under my eyes designed by plastic straws in dark venues no wonder i can’t see clearly but does it even matter when you’re sound asleep delusional, dreaming what does it mean when sleep won’t find you no matter how much you cry scream at the sound of your alarm clock buzzing wishing you would bug me like the itching in my knees, tied hooked to you like a junkie i saw you last night in my dreams but then again, not really at least, it wasn’t clearly no that would be crazy these soliloquies that shadow me demanding every focus of my mind and nothing more or less would make anyone tired but baby i’m wired wide awake and dazed and hungry