I'm sitting in a calculated stupor,
Waiting for this life to end
With a bottle in my hand, contemplating
What I'm going to do with myself
To unthaw my insides
How large of a task is this going to be?
Indifference has been coursing through my veins
With eyes that wanted to stare forever
But a heart that wants to roam
See what life is like
Before it settles on the front porch
I cannot hand away what I am
For I am overcome with fright
Before I give away the apathy
I will go quietly into the night
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