Script

Money’s running low

Desperation flows

Hunger starts to show

And the rent is due

Wallet’s running light

Notes and coins lose life

When lucky stars realign

I’ll know the worst is through

And the script is learned

Then it flips and turns

And changes again

99% of my time is spent missing sleep

The rest is less than I care to keep

I’ve never been more anxious

And until my eyes close, I’ll just keep getting older

Blinking takes its toll

When the light’s too cold

Terraform my soul

So that it can feel

If the ceiling spoke

With a fact or joke

I’d wait till it broke

To see if it was real

And the script is burned

Each breath is earned

By the trials of men

99% of my time is spent missing weeks

I’m sure there’s more that I’m supposed to be

Time’s never been more precious

And until my eyes close, I’ll just keep getting older

It’s not insomnia; I’m just not here

It's not insomnia; I'm just not here