The 2 A.M Writer

Flipped Banshee

I walked out of bed today

Not a stumble, but a stride

It\'s something I\'ve taken to ill posture

But why ever bother

We all know God\'s a lie

So I\'m on my medium horse

But how long until I buck myself off?

Is it I who spurs my own ankles?

Well, I\'ll keep cursing myself in the mirror

...

Where\'s the low tide?

Isn\'t this the cue for teenage implosion?

Still kicking around

And I haven\'t been high in two weeks

Guess I\'m getting better

But I bet against my own odds

...

When was it ever alright, to be alright?