Well, I'm sleeping
But the sun is coming up over me now
Things are looking pretty rough

And the sky's blue
But the world is getting dark and the air here
Is filling up with stars trying to suffocate
The life from all the children in the playground
Yes, the world is nice today

We're learning fast
Learning fast about ourselves
Oh, our stupid past
Is put up on the shelves

Well, I'm empty
But I'm filling up with spirits from a bottle
Things are looking pretty dizzy

When the dawn breaks
Oh, the light will pound my head like the beat of
A thousand banging drums wanting to bring me down
To the tune of rock and roll on the radio
I guess that it's the perfect sound

We're learning late
Learning late about ourselves
Playing guessing games
With the puzzles on the shelves

And I'm talking to traffic
Because it won't listen
The world may be spinning
But we need not accept it
The games may be playing but
Who wants to win them?

We're learning fast
Learning fast about ourselves
Oh, our stupid past
Is put up on the shelves in an old hotel.

Author's Note: This poem matches almost perfectly the tune of the song Coming Up From Behind by Marcy Playground. I was watching Cruel Intentions, what can I say. “The man's got a mouth like a Hoover, ooh!” XD

Love and angst,
Vivica