Oh that three snooze button length dream
Leaks from my head
Collects in a pool beside my bed
It follows me
It's not ten minutes to your job it is fifteen
As you clock in your dad stares at you through that screen
Says "Such a waste of two soft hands and a degree."
Do not define me by my debts
Or my regrets
These hidebound dreams
Function as small tears in the net
I am tethered, I am pinned
To this time and to this town
And I am shy and I am slow to make new friends
And then that three snooze button length dream
Leaks from my head
Collects in a pool beside my bed
It follows me
It records every calamity
They don't know that you know
Your older brother's being groomed to run the show
And it suits you more than fine to watch it go
Keep your head down
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