you are sleeping off your demons
when I come home.
spittle bubbling on your lips,
fine white foam

I am young and I am good.
it´s a hot southern california day.
if I wake you up, there will be hell to pay.

and alone in my room,
I am the last of a lost civilization.
and I vanish into the dark
and rise above my station.
rise above my station.

but I do wake you up, and when I do
you blaze down the hall and you scream.
I´m in my room with the headphones on
deep in the dream chamber.
and then I´m awake and I´m guarding my face,
hoping you don´t break my stereo.
because it´s the one thing that I couldn´t live without
and so I think about that and then I sorta black out.

held under these smothering waves
by your strong and thick veined hand,
but one of these days I´m going to wriggle up on dry land