the cube.

wasting away in the cube
it's never been a better time to write
stumbling in the chaos after a hazy night
dharma is a kids dream
love is the joy of nothing
all i feel is this filthy skin
lay my spirit still tonight
let me cough up the blood of the past
lie to yourself and snuggle out with her
she'll tell you she loves you
she'll tell you she cares
but it's all the imagination
jokes slip through lips
and i'll hang onto the lie
far from the answers
dreams will never be realized
drown in the sorrow and give your light away
too sad for hope
too tired for sleep
too dirty for love
too much to carry
too little above.