Been waking up at noon. Well, that's what happens when you're up 'til 4 and you've got nothing to do.
And I'm in no mood to force myself to eat or shower, so I waste away the hours, sitting, soaking in my privilege and sweat.
Controllers on the table try to convince me I'll accomplish something by advancing storylines on screen, and gaining EXP, but there's real heartless ones outside and I can't find myself a great, big, shiny key.
That I could try to use, to seal away the great big darkness lurking in our aunts and uncles and our parents, and next door neighbors, driving pickup trucks with stickers for the NRA and "Keeping Christ in Christmas."

And after hours on the couch, I'll head back to my room, where my computer's always on, so I don't have to wait for it to boot.
I'll ignore the mess around me; kneel beside my laundry chair.
I'll resign myself from trying if I'm so afraid to fail.

Now that I finally have the time, all I seem to do is let it die.

Another night scrolled down the drain. I think tomorrow's forecast calls for me to change.

(in resolve:)
Next morning I'll get up on time and I will get to work;
put use to my degree for so much less than it is worth.
Try to make something that someone on an off-chance might call art.
Yeah, it's been a real long while, but when's a better time to start?

(Think I'll go ahead and start; maybe tomorrow I can start)

Set four alarms across the room; make sure this is a promise I can keep.
Got up for every single one, and I just went right back to sleep.