I’m growing ever so tired
Of half-dead mornings
Shying away from direct sunlight
Like a vampire caught in a tricky situation
Or a werewolf stumbling homeward
I’m growing ever so sick
Of the dirty floors and thoughts
And surprisingly unchipped coffee mugs
That double as ashtrays
That I feel like I wake up in
And I’m reaching the end of my tether
With these overconfident girls
And my stuttering shameful self
You can never learn
When it comes to instincts
I’ll never learn
