Early morning by Samiam
Pale face get up.
Hollow eyes get up.
Youç£›e got a secret for me,
youç£–e out running your age.
Itç£— in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.
Itç£— devastating and youç£–e pleased.
Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.
How do you stumble like you do?
I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.
Got to get up.
All day youç£›e got to stay up,
when will you get off?