The 2 A.M Writer

Cornfields

I got no idea where I am

Yet I keep on stumbling

Like the old drunk you were,

I walk with blurry vision and a sugar coated heart

Guess I carry your old chip in some way

...

More and more the sand blinds

But even my headaches won\'t stop me

Sinus pressure, hopeless love

One more foot and I\'ll be off the cliff

...

Clock take me back to it

That one peaceful memory

There we go, calm lake and no winter

But again my face falls flat

These cornfields stretch and blur,

But I guess I\'ll keep going on