I woke up, early evening Kept alive, simply mechanical Just a matter of breathing Over on the inside, clean of significance An extended period of blue Like when I’m locked in my room Chained into being, with no desire to be (x2) Gin, beer and television Endless night inside Followed by brightness Counterfeited by morning There isn’t all that much between Success and dying Crumpled, trying to forget Like a half-written letter, that somehow missed the trash An extended period of blue And when I’m in that kind of mood At the beginning, at the end A shattered world never to mend Chained into being, with no desire to be (x5)