oh man i fail at life but i can't stop laughing
its just the cruel irony of it all
those simple little things that just turn around and
EXPLODE
and the castaphrophie is so great i almost have to
ignore it
or else it will haunt me til the day i die

interestingly enough, it all seems worth it
when it's all said and done
and even when i've clearly lost my mind
there seems to be a comfortable yet smug sense of
satisfaction
involved in continuing
in fighting for that hopeless cause
that is my life, my pride, my dreams, my sense of being
my addiction

so what is the danger here?
where is the force that makes it happen?
as if things couldn't get strange enough
they aparently must be awkward too
i guess i'll take it
and i'll let it pass like everything else
rolling by in a blur as i try to stand up and reach out

but i'm lazy so i'll shrug it off
take a deep breath and start again
puff, puff packin' another one up
and crackin' open this beer and maybe take a drive
somewhere
and make sure not to wear my seatbelt
so long, i'll miss you, maybe
(perhaps i'll let you know when i get there)

and then the concept fades away
fog rolling out to a clearing
still in the dark but at least i can pretend
to understand what i see without knowing for sure
if i'm lying to myself

end act one.