one whiskey shot at a time, one woman and a rhyme...
now I write comedy that is beyond self-depreciating,
shitty jokes about bad decisions, lost in comparisons.
when will I wake up to smell the goldenrod,
and stop believing that life is just a funny sunset?
everything I was looking for was looking through you,
and now I must wake up now to wake up now to wake up then to wake up when.