I'm a head trip. I've lost sense of what is real.
I'm being careful not to be full of shit,
but it is difficult to stop myself when I lose my self-conscience,
when I lose myself completely in the whirling of a party
and I'll tell myself that's not me when I wake up the next morning
just like a hundred days before this and
the spring is slowly rising
and the truth is I am never really sure.
I'm a head trip. I could say the same of so many others.
I'm a head trip, but I could say the same of some of my friends
and I want them to see me how I want them to see me.
I want to get out of my head. I want to learn the names of the trees
with their limbs bowing over me, with a crowd of people watching
with a year seeping to their roots
with the spring slowly passing.
the fact is I am never really sure.
I'm a head trip.
Just when I thought I couldn't think anymore. Just when the pressure on my head
felt like it was just too much to take and I lay covering my eyes on my bed.
Just as the slow drip of the afternoon passes on like a comb through my hair
as if tomorrow is just a theory that could prove what's always been there
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