Its Sunday, just another day. I'm in bed, woken up by the light in my eyes. The radio within ear shot of me in this place, hung over with scrambled thoughts for half today. Broken memories, dreams, thoughts and the future are all mixed together in me. I shouldn't be up, I should be sleeping, I try but can't get there. A call on the phone to take me, to try and wake me, who is it is it Christine? JT, Jamie or am I still sleeping with this as another dream of me.
I smell coffee, but its not enough to get me up. Not strong enough, I look like shit and stink like whiskey, for now the world makes less sense to me. I take my time to meditate, to try and totally wake but the smell of incense keeps my mind at bay. This is my day away, no lyrics, or recording, no practice for the shows, no clubs, no work today so away from the pub where I work during the week. No reason for me to be drained.
It'll snow as I lay in bed looking out the window, I'll look out, remember a face and then wonder. I'll pass by her place on my way to work, Monday morning I'll feel like a jerk. I'll ride the early bus to beat the rush, to sit in the pub and drink some tea. I'll change into my uniform, the guys at work'll talk and shoot the shit with me, we'll laugh then I'll put on my CD.
