A bit of a drab day

Looking at my journals, old playlists pictures that date

All the way back to the bat cave

Whatever it was the equivalent that I had to that phase

Flash frame to the same factor washed up with a patch of graze

I mean it's gonna look like Shawn Lee soon if that's the case

Acutane patient phase in a crater hacked up state

Stuck in the past even more than usual as of late

Checked out, locked in the plastic thoughts with a tacit gaze

What should I write, I swear there was something I had to say

I have a brain as if made specifically for catching strays

I can plan and plan all day, but I don't understand the way to make

What I wanna have happened or what it'll even have to take

Linear thought pattern brake, time, dark matter, space

No matter the case don't get trapped inside of the bag of flay

Complaining how this party's even lamer than my grandma's wake

The music is too recognizeable, mind if I go grab my tapes?

As the days grow longer, I have managed to ascertain

Maxwell's demon seems to grow stronger as he vascelates

Fixate on the timelapse, pig watch as it decays

Thoughts too actopic to even pinpoint the accurate place

Trapped in a maze, managed to escape but stagnant haze

I feel like an Agatha Christie character that cracked the case

Cosmic hearse, death church, data format erased

Black tape for a blunt cut, blue black saturday

Dim with it, can barely count with my fingers from one to nine

Tonight watching philosophy of a knife for the hundreth time

If I text, don't call, If I call, don't respond

I'm despondent, I just wanna see if you can spot the signs

Flawed design like all of us, but all in all, all is fine

Squalled off the richter, I speak in riddles and talk in rhymes

Took a second to stop at a very specific spot and time

To jot some lines, but it seems the tines [?] in my pen are not aligned

Oh good heavens, what do I do now? I can not decide

Get up to piss, come back to crawl inside of a box and hide

This isn't a time I can afford to rest my exhausted eyes

Red string room thoughts, midi time clock divide arrived concepts collide distilled order brought to life

Pen in hand softly guide streamlined and optimized

Choice remarks opt [?] on the fly, often fly

Gazing up into the abyss of a milk molten sky

Hallowed name up on high hallow cry intensified

Multiplied from behind a surface of a coastic eye

All the money lost when I went out and got some botched advice

Found the knife I thought I lost that shaved years off of my life

On the byways to potential final joy and smolten lights

Winded like the tablesalt that fatal flaw that [?] bites

Primal scream from the diaphram clock up with my nervous system shock wound improperly cauterized

Run off from another novelistic plot device

In the atrophied part of my mind that would apprear to occupy

White oxidized fade stains slow [?]

Had a vision of a pidgeon named Crow

This is what you came for

Remember Moby Carl same from back in the days grown

Aimed the bow, go for piece meal, dissection tape flow

Wash the bank note, bank roll loosely knocking around

In the pocket of my brown Dick Tracey rain coat