I am lying down with my feet crossed in bed it's a fuzzy-headed morning I don't know I'm not dead I don't know what time it is but it's later than before there's a schoolroom clock on the wall but it doesn't work no more I know it's sometime in the morning between six and probably one cause there's light outside my window but there isn't any sun I feel pretty rested but without the time I'm not for sure I don't know if I should start my day or go to sleep some more here it is another day and I've yet to touch the ground I'm not afraid to leave the bed I'd just rather lay around there's a tv that I could watch sits adjacent to the bed one of those japanese numbers that does everything they said I could look at some friends in pictures taped over the desk there's an ansel adams to the left it's quite picturesque here it is another day and I've yet to touch the ground I'm not afraid to leave the bed I'd just rather lay around I like to pretend sometimes I do it quite a lot I think of the things I have that I really haven't got this bed that I lie on really isn't mine at all in fact neither is the t.v. clock or pictures on the wall here it is another day and I've yet to touch the ground I'm not afraid to leave the bed I'd just rather lay around here it is another day and I've yet to touch the ground I'm not afraid to leave the bed I'd just rather lay around Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com