Sleeping Bag

I ride on the passenger side

Free from knowledge and time

Haunted by water and wine.

I went to situations that go out of hand

To people I did not understand

Frightened by common sense

Presented in Comic Sans.

And I watch myself get grumpy,

A mind of doubt, an account full of debts.

Only yesterday I felt guilty,

In my sleeping bag.

At night I dreamt I slept.

You do what you always wanted to

What you can read is so cool

Into a phrase like how do you do?'

You won't ever know, no you don't

How beautiful you are at home

Free from time to go'

So fuck that job, let's live on some loan.

And I watch myself get grumpy,

A mind of doubt, an account full of debts.

Only yesterday I felt guilty,

In my sleeping bag.

At night I dreamt I slept.

My mother's mum said when she's back:

thank you that I am home

She got down on a rug of her own.

Maybe even spoke to a god or what not,

although she never trusted any religion.

My friend, she arrived after such a king drive

And I said: thank you that you are home.

Maybe I prayed in the meantime, but I wouldn't tell

- I learned that from my grandma.

How do you do? what's the matter with you?

Was her reply.

How could she notice?

I only wrote this line.

I started to moan, think again ad then sighed.