If you add us up
then subtract my lack of sleep.
I didn't sleep much last week for reasons that have no rhyme. And I'm a little embarrassed by my flare for the dramatic. It sucks being a human being sometimes. And there are plenty of times when I wake up and I'm like "NOOOO! Why did you write that thing?"
Rewrote the second half like this
So my protagonist
might find his way back home.
Anyway, this week I promise not to take myself so seriously. But first, because it's Monday, a song.
Found my foundation
It was underneath me all along
Sing it, Jack Johnson. Fist to the chest. Feet on the floor.
181. As I was Saying by: Jack Johnson