I awoke in the cleanest bedsheets on earth
In the dreaded morning the air felt like a curse
Behind the counter with the drawer we organize the bills
In the early of the morning, took the car for a fill

What’s the date?
I can’t remember
Spinning around the Sun until we burn up

In the lines between traffic, familiar and clean
In the hands of the headrest, I nearly fell asleep
Constant push of conditioned air dries my face and skin
I got distracted just chewing on my pen
I took the ink all in

What’s the date?
I can’t remember
Spinning around the Sun until we burn up

You wouldn’t survive without dependence on something
Drinks or big cigars
Drugs prescribed or self-sought
You wouldn’t survive without a way to pass the time
Clothes or antique cars
Songs once heard then forgot

What’s the date?
I can’t remember
Spinning around the Sun until we burn up