Sundown, and we're high for the tenth time today. We get by thanks to patience; just a little disappointed. Far from dumb; more blessed than some; boil the water; your turn to cook. Wide awake; piece of cake; we're sorry neighbors. Spread it around; get the word out how you got the best of me. It's no easy task, I'll give you that, but I know when the joke's on me. Thanks for the excuse, for all the abuse; you're just what I always needed. A scapegoat for yours truly to call his very own. In comes the sun, day begun, whether I want it to or not. I tried to run off, bury the past, leave it behind, but I got caught. The little voice you got that won't stop egging me on. I've done things out of desperation, become gainfully employed, And I took this voice for granted; now it's nearly destroyed. But at least I've got a new bed to just lie on and fade. Maybe it's me who's stupid, here, for everything I've said.