we have come to the point in the daynightdaymorning time where the song Overkill has taken on incredibly more meaning and significance than it ever, ever should. last week mmj sent me this song but an acoustic version sung by colin hay and it’s amazing. fucking a-mazing. and now, it just means more things than i want it to. you know? because i can’t make fucking sense anymore.

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination

see? see how this might make extra significance to me. because i don’t sleep and because i don’t sleep i think a lot, or i think a lot and don’t sleep. but something like that.

Chorus:
Day after day it reappears
Night after night
My heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

ghosts, they don’t fade away. they just hang out. i have a ghost that sleeps with me. i don’t know if’m haunted or my apartment. the ghost, it makes the covers feel like someone is laying on top of them and they pin me down a little. i like to balme the kitty cats, but then i turn on the lights nad put on my glasses and the cats, they are not there.

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

my desperation, it smells like baby powder secret deodorant, the kind that makes my left armpit itch all crazy like.

2, 2, 2 mints in one.
2, 2, 2 great tastes that taste great together
2, 2, 2 more hours until sleepypiebeddybyetime

p.s. me, i have not cried since i wrote about jill dying becaues that is sad, but i ddn’t cry nearly as much asi thought i would because genereally i turn into a bratty brat 3 year old when i am tired