Laying in bed
staring at the ceiling,
same old ceiling
but I can't shake the feeling
That somethings going to happen really bad .
I look at my fan,
And I swear that I can
See its blades chop the way through the end of each day
As I quickly understand
I'm becoming an older man
yeah gotta stop waking up and staring at the fan while waiting the 10 minutes for my blackberry's snooze timer!
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