it's 3:23 in the morning
the beginning of august
i'm typing this now
just to stir up the dust
this place is so cluttered
i don't like where i'm living
the music of Cohen
i'm stealing or parodying
i feel that i'm the only one
awake in this house
and i'd like some dessert
i'm looking for ice cream now
i hope we kept some kind of chocolate sauce
yes and jen sits and twirls on a lock of her hair
she writes as if she wasn't her
tonight, but it's painfully clear
that she's wanting a beer
oh, the last time i stayed up
i didn't feel this cold, i guess
my famous blue snuggie
has come off my shoulder
i've been to the fridge and i
checked in the freezer
i'll go to bed
without even eating
and i'll sleep
with my BooBoo
and i'll snore
make him mad
and when he wakes up
he'll be going to work
well, i think i
left some salsa in my teeth
one more brush of the teeth
well then Jen can go to sleep
she'll dream the bizarre...
(okay, that's all I got)