Six Inch Coiler On WHite

Laid awake all night preoccupied

Rummaging through

Stacks of dreams that have been pushed aside

So it seems in every case all that i find

Is expired aspirations built to lies

So i complain

Again another miss, i never gain

I've waiting for so long

I push to follow through, it never seems to show that way

In myself, tired of this slow pace

Promised everything

Force fed shit that i will eat

I'll be na¯ve

Just this last time

Stuffed in my face

Wake up every day

Find myself int he same place

My hope defaced

It serves me right

Everyday i'm fed the same

Cannot complete

What's in the way

Why can't i sleep

Cannot be optimistic

What will it take

Cannot complete

Everyday i feel the sand

And nothing's ever going to take my dignity