I wake up on my side and my ear is stuck to itself.
I heat up mashed potatoes and I go for the salt on the shelf but there's no salt anymore.
I walk up to the window but I can't seem to figure out the blinds.
I have to write this paper but frustration has colonized my mind and there's no thoughts anymore.

I'm so lost. I'm so lost.

I wanna be a snowman but this carrot won't fit inside my nose.
I went to costume parties but I always had inappropriate clothes.
I have no fun anymore.
I want--always--to see you but I fear that my hair has grown too long.
I'd like to be a writer but it took me a year to write this song and it was better before.

I'm so scared, so beware.

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Jazz Piano/Songwriter. Follow me if you want! Email me at eliasdourian@gmail.com or yodang2@gmail.com.

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