Long painting
The air plays along with my chemicals
Drained again

But I don't feel so sorry
And I don't feel so bad

Paralyzed by inaction
In a floodlit parking garage
When my mind's as fluid as my body
I finally shut up

I'm sorry to say I was in love
Static played through my middle
Seared my gut

News is bad news
I look to my beer for solace
Drained again