Daikon Chutes And Ladders
4 am still early morning
head held by your knees
another day of pushing empty
time to cut those sleeves
everything you scratched away it
just comes back to you
i know this hunger that leaves you empty
i've got it in me to
as we fall into our sheets
just like the times before
because the joke in life is that nothing matters
and that makes it matter more
held up straight by chutes and ladders
it's the best we do
to not come crashing down on every
one we ever knew
so we fall into our sheets
just like the times before
because the joke in life is that none of us matter
and that makes us matter more
and i know that it's true
your eyes are bright but blue
someone once said to me
that we're better off dead
and it's all gone wrong again
so we're loosing our head
the answers just make it worse
and you're still young
but the hole's getting big again
so I'll bite my tongue
