gravity and c. Video (MV)

In the morning the dried puke is scattered throughout the square bathroom tile in a Poisson distribution

My fingers playing with a learned response, self-inflicting a conditioned stimulus
A metronomic pulsing, my headache grazing the fringes of my skull, flattening wrinkles Ceding memories before sentimental ache even has a chance

See me, in third person, on autopilot, cracking wistful afternoon beers
Well deserved after another 8 hour day

And the evenings always end so soon
A shadowed respite ever fading into lucid dreams of alarm clocks
Tardiness and slapstick distress
With a plug in my ear and no stomach left, let me fall asleep
I wanna fall asleep. Dizzy with dread and hazy with regret