Tonight I can't think straight.
I want to run through the woods
By the paper mill and laugh whispers to you.
I want to walk barefoot in the mud
By the creek and under the bridge
And watch the ripples break the moonlight.

Tonight I can't smile at all.
I want to break bottles
And smash windows and drink JD.
I want to set fire to the world
And stare intently at the flames
And not feel pain, or one hint of guilt.

Tonight I can't sleep well.
I want to tell stories
About hell and heaven and death.
I want to die and surpass sleep
Because dreaming isn't fun anymore
And life is just a boring routine.

-September 30th, 2001-