The Best At Doing Nothing
I travelled all the way to bed so I could wake my brain up
Find a mirror for my smile and crack the pane up
I let the one thought swirl around and around until it clogged the drain up
It's gonna be a long long time before I wake my brain up
I try to force myself to read for some inspiration
I try to force myself to dream
I try to force creation
I try to force the issue again and again down my own throat
But the only laugh I get
Is at my own joke
It's 5 a.m. and I'm wide awake
And realized i've been a fake too long to give up now
If I quit now, it's for good
Now and then I think I should
Until you christen me
The best at doing nothing
You christen me
I wrote a riot in response, and was afraid to send it
If I had dignity to lose, I might feel offended
I had to let the conversation die because I couldn't end it
I can't pretend that it's a choice because I can't defend it
And if a flashing yellow light had been a clearer warning
Directly in my line of sight with it's intentions forming
I would've waited there to see the light obscured by smoke
And then obscured the sight
of my own joke
It's 5 a.m. and I'm wide awake
And realized i've been a fake too long to give up now
If I quit now, it's for good
Now and then I think I should
Until you christen me
The best at doing nothing
You christen me
I travelled all the way to bed to try and wake my brain up
Find a mirror for my smile and crack the pane up
I let the one thought swirl around and around until it finally spoke
And at last I had to laugh
At my own joke
(1996, St. John's)