The drunken, pacing night ends
When the morning's rising light shines in
I only want to smell pine
When the sun is smothered in smoke
Black coffee tastes like cigarette ash
And what I need are distractions right now
Pour the morning libations
Mixing in common down the drain
I know I cannot see the birds
As always, they watch from a distance
But surely they must now grin
As this day repeats again
Shadows rising with the sun
Shade works like a clock
The black clad guests stretch and spin around me soon
Their jagged fingers creep up my neck
The day cast in silhouette
Now my tears sting like any other