coffee burning in my stomachnI'm alive but I don't feel itnup all night nand now I'm going whichever way the wind is blowingntired eyes wide awakencan't wait to greet the dawnnan abstract man with distracted plansncan't see past this shaking handsnwon't wait until my tounge betrays mensave yourself before you pay me back for all the hours lost awake to greet the dawnnmaybe I should get some slepnI'm past the point of seeing rednbut there's thoughts that I can't keep from painting picturesnspinning circles and colliding in my head