I woke up to the hum of the radio
In and out with bites of static
I was severely numb likely caused by lack of sleep,
yes, I could have just gotten up.
It was one of those grey days though, you know the kind;
the sky, you're plaster walls and rigid ceiling, even your coffee.
...."gonna' be a out of season low for this time of..." the radio hissed.
Bob Dylan crackles through the speakers just as the rain begins to tap away at the tin roof.
Great, even more motivated to get up, I thought
I reach over to light a cigarette, and take a swig of coffee forgetting it's cold from yesterday.
It's hard to care when your life is shit, when ever