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First thing in the morning,
before I even get to yawning,
the doom takes over me.
What a way to start the day.
Before I sip at my coffee,
I’ve already wandered off the edge of eternity.
What a way to start the day.
Monsieur Roquetin is gonna do himself in.
I can’t help but think well good for him.
Is it something to do with the allure of art.
You know Elliot stabbed himself in his own heart.
2 steps forward 1 step back, take another 2 see where you’re at.
First thing in the morning and it waits for me.
D.R.E.A.D
There’s a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
I’ve become a hasbeen, I was barely an is-being,
For any time at all…
Maybe I’m a never-was.
In the present continuous,
Like the leaves I’ve fallen off,
The trees deciduous.
Noone really cares about us anymore.
Who would have thought that I’d be getting into Tramadol.
But it’s a pretty good way to escape it all.
I’ve been having trouble just to feel alive.
And lurking in the corner is a wish to die, wish to die.
2 steps forward 1 step back, take another 2 see where you’re at.
First thing in the morning and it waits for me.
D.R.E.A.D
There’s a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
There’s a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
Hopelessness worthlessness pointlessness dread,
Hell of a cocktail when you’re still in bed.
Loathing scorn shame and spite
I use them all to wipe the sleep from my eyes.
2 steps forward 1 step back, take another 2 see where you’re at.
First thing in the morning and it waits for me.
D.R.E.A.D
There’s a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
There’s a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
