Contact, just landed on what I'm on Tapped beyond lapse, function was gone lost the comsat Patched into something, adjusted the contrast Calm cracked, full on panic attack How long have I been driving? Awoken by rumble strips, broken Bubble from under grips, asunder becoming fixed, stitched Wonder shifts, what's become of me subtly, just Gotta get to where I'm going "And he thought to himself" Ideas upon ideas upon Trauma ponders, not fond of this pond that I'm swimming Onto the vision spawned think of the kitchen I'm all Thai green curry chicken Sweet peas and brown sugar mixed in you see I like the way these flavors bounce off of each other, the interplay The subtle back and forth but still Working in confluence sweet and heat I'm convinced need to eat drifting or seem to be shifting Indicators a gift and has set me right Beeping and blinking light, fight this evening Gotta peep it I'm thinking of Winky Wright Versus Vargas high guard serving and hitting targets Swinging hard, bar is high committed If missing mark so be it Gotta try right? How i see it Through dirty glasses this person passed me, started beeping heated Apparently I've been at the light zoning Gotta get to where I'm going "And he thought to himself" Home is so close it's the desired If I could just put the fire to focus I've noticed, I may be a misanthropist denier Wired to the dire but can't quite admire the locusts But if the clothes fit then why change I note this but what I wrote contradicts, it's my name Notions of namesakes give way to plain stated As brain breaks to the driveway to my place Ideas upon ideas upon These thoughts that are getting you lost Ideas upon ideas upon These thoughts that are getting you lost Ideas upon ideas upon These thoughts that are getting you lost Ideas upon ideas upon these thoughts "And he thought to himself" How long have I been sleeping In the middle lane pedal pressure muscle memory Instinctual hour 1355 north Nothing could keep me up but rock noise grindcore Eating brutal truths wheel clutching with a death grip Only hope deathlike silence outta mayhem Take a side street maybe keep the damage minimal Best case scenario & best chance of gettin home 2 whips one crash safer route, beat traffic Lane weaving in and out of a dream theater Breathing follows patterns of progression Got the math rock arrhythmia sleep only time I'm not battling depression got a stash spot of pick me ups Where I lay my head playing house like we really Love each other til a smother cannon fodder for a different song Up again take a left couple minutes more Rumble strips keep the pace like double bass GPS counting down like time bomb Hope her cars not outside of our place I don't wanna talk I need time off from my time off Stressed 21 head like friar tuck 1 more mile take a right at the viaduct Turning lane empty but I didn't see the wide right Didn't think my cause of death would be "hit by a truck"