Night time, every time
November 17, 2009
It used to be phenomena
Were credited to ghosts
That drifted in the consciousness
Of simple minded folks
My science makes me desperate
When suddenly I'm blue
I study my environment
But all I find is you
I wonder about the coffee
The sugar in my food
And the sun that I've been getting
To understand my mood
My reason leaves me mystified
When overcome with dread
Clueless, helpless, despondent now
And climbing into bed
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