mornings are haRd

tHe WoRlD has SHARP EDGES

aND mY tHiNk PaN's

tOo motherfuckin' clear

(i HaVe ThEsE THOUGHTS sometimes,)


like GaMzEe, wHy ArE yOu

so damn CHILL all the time

CaLLiNg tHoSe

rus-

shi-

LOW-bloods your brothers?


and do you really believe in the MiRaCLeS?


iN tHe MoRnInGs,

it's more DARK than CARNIVAL

until I pULL out a sPeCiAl

EmErGeNcY pie

(made late last night, cause i KNOW about mornings)


and then

I can just hOnK

instead of HONKing, 'cause

eVeRyThInG gOeS hAzY aGaIn.