Paroles de Night Routine / Dystopian Lullaby

Half shut eyes Stumbling on bathroom tiles Yawning past bedtime Still up again Green toothbrush Rinse out, spit and hush Disposition flushed Down the drain The soap sliding in my cheeks Peeling dead skin off my lips Repeating, depleting, and pleading for guidance Flossing with the tightrope Unsteadily hoping To equilibrate immediacy and defiance I'm squeezing tasks to fill my days But then I wish I slept twelve hours straight The performance quite dramatic Though a bit anticlimactic Always lying down unconscious in the end I look at the mirror and I'm seeing the beginning of the fall String theory in my neck vibrating Everything I lack and who's at fault I'm borrowing this moment From my sleep time and tomorrow I'm gonna feel like waking up still tired And a simple self reflection Escalates into more questions On the verge of existential crisis There's the laundry The dishes Need to change the sheets All these chores Obstructing My three year strategy Lie down, stretch out For the charger Plug it in Close my eyes and wait For an epiphany But it never comes Oh, it never comes I'm left to go to sleep