coffee burning in my stomach   I'm alive but I don't feel it   up all night    and now I'm going whichever way the wind is blowing   tired eyes wide awake   can't wait to greet the dawn   an abstract man with distracted plans   can't see past this shaking hands   won't wait until my tounge betrays me   save yourself before you pay me back for all the hours lost awake to greet the dawn   maybe I should get some slep   I'm past the point of seeing red   but there's thoughts that I can't keep from painting pictures   spinning circles and colliding in my head