lately ive been tired and i know the reason why im wearing myself ragged lifting bags under my eyes i am a slave to all my habits at the mercy of my spleen and the fuel that feeds the motor of this toxic thought machine i will drive through the artificial light through our battered bits of city and our rusted scenic sights until i find a place with neon near the door empty seat next to the bar top and a heavy handed pour night she comes a calling and my troubles just begun the way that my mind wanders when the moon evicts the sun and through a brain beset by static i purchase poison cheap all the tiny ways i kill me each night to go to sleep i will drive through the artificial light through our battered bits of city and our rusted scenic sights until i find a place with neon near the door empty seat next to the bar top and a heavy handed pour i will drive through the artificial light through our battered bits of city and our rusted scenic sights until i find a place with neon near the door empty seat next to the bar top and a heavy handed pour