lost in the days
speaking integers and variables
through this self-afflicted haze
inflicted systems smoke induced
comas of code and cartons of juice
heart full of youth with a mind still obtuse
friends far away but we still speak every day
hate to leave the house but hate the four walls the same
reminiscing over polaroid pictures when in pain
it’s insane how i'm still able to wake up each morning
when i can’t really think
when i haven’t slept a wink