winter birds, uncollated
fly like leaves towards the doom that awaits them
I went to bed so early that the sun was still out
I took four aspirin to help me
to have me
a youth is so blind
and such concrete
and such concrete
it breaks and a weed grows towards the sky
and we know and we know and we know
civilization must go
and we know and we know and we know
and we know
I got tired of waiting for things to change
I made my own past
things can be rearranged
I got tired of the holidays
I made them fly by
in such a haze of
smoke and smoke and water and smoke
and smoke and smoke and fog and pills and
alarm clocks going off while I sleep through them
alarm clocks going off and I sleep through them