headchecks

maybe when i wake up
i'll be the guy i want to be:

tall...
handsome...
athletic...
blonde...

but most likely when i wake up
in the mirror i will see:

short...
ugly...
fat...
dark...

unacceptably me.

why didn't i die that day? what purpose did it serve?
going over eighty, then a sudden swerve
got a bad concussion, guess i struck a nerve
punched myself in the face, guess i struck a nerd

sverige
born today
die again tomorrow

rise back up
from the ash
burn up all my sorrow

blue mystic
it's intrinsic
that you understand

that flowers do not
just appear
they grew up from the land