Anathema - Disquietude lyrics

Just thought I'd rest my tired mind, and my weary eyes Indulge in respite hits from my sh**ty gas station pipe Dear Calc would understand if I needed a quick five (and thus commenced the advent of a long, hazy ride) Spiraling down, from that renowned Eden they say is on high Melting shades and hues, keep folding as they float idly by My gaze, is raised To the way the images crease and change They split and shift along the x as they revolve about y Oh wait--I'm high—too high C.f., I'm baked out my mind I.e., derivatives seem to be Far too beyond me to find E.g., that's not even what this question's asking me to define Ergo, conclusion: yes, we can, Obama But not at this time— I'm slowly arriving at the distant realization That I've smoked a lot more weed Than would behoove my concentration On the pages and the problems they contain To my frustration-- Though this is no deviation From the norm, nor aberration And now I really want all that hazy sedation A premium variety of figurative haven Despite the priorities That are prominent And blatant Snuffed By my inner Underachiever— Not so latent Just give me that low-eyed elation I can't hold my liquor And no funds for medication found on pharmacy Shelves And soccer moms across the nation I can't judge but the superior Drug of choice By my discrimination Is my weed Hence The buying buds Packing bowls And smoking that weed I pack it tighter, lighter up My eyes too slitted to see Though my scattered thoughts Can't cloud What looms over me: I'm running out of excuses I'm Running out of reasons Why I'm Unable to get my mind Right I'm Running out of excuses There's nothing left for me to blame There's Nothing left for me to blame For Why always it stays the same Way Every f**ing year no matter what I do or what I say There's Nothing left for me to blame For Why always it stays the same Way Every f**ing day no matter what I do or what I say My Diligence attempt: that's execrable And f** I'm gonna Have to learn This again: That's regrettable; can't in good faith Bemoan the wasted time: That's preventable And though I want to be blameless Not even I am so Easily Impressionable To heed My cerebral wiles And sleep effort- Lessly I know my underachievement is solely Because of me Myself And I There's No one else to blame And I shouldn't even try Because Of other futures on the line The clock is ticking And I run on borrowed time Sooner or later The Facts--will Present Themselves to be faced When Reality Arrives Settles itself As It looks me in the eye Anticipating My reaction while I Proceed to simply stare Right back at it with a seeming resolve Only to stop, ‘cause It's easier To turn away And just Keep on Buying buds Packing bowls And smoking that weed I pack it tighter, lighter up My eyes too slitted to see Though my scattered thoughts Can't cloud What looms over me: I'm running out of excuses I'm Running out of reasons Why I'm Unable to get my mind Right I'm Running out of excuses There's nothing left for me to blame There's Nothing left for me to blame For Why always it stays the same Way Every f**ing year no matter what I do or what I say There's Nothing left for me to blame For Why always it stays the same Way Every f**ing day no matter what I do or what I say