I take the freeway
to avoid cops and stoplights.
my job is one smoke and three jawbreker songs away.
arrive with coffee staind breath
and a stack - unopened mail
that I add to the pile of paperwork
that is my desk.
these letters will never
see the light of day.
discover my responsibilities for the week,
then I sit in my room and write these songs instead.
kinda like right now - I've got better things to do.

then there's you - you are so well dressed
but you're so depressed
your life is sickening to me.
and have you ever had ideas original?

you've got a reference for all things.
you are you're own biggest influence