Wake up here I go, cram it all down my throat stomach so full that I wish I could choke. 7 am my heads already in a spin, as soon as I'm out that door bam it hits me like a ton of those red bricks can't dig myself out of this highest ditch this madness. I swear sometimes I can't tell which way is up which way is down, it's all up in my face. I need to push it away. Somebody push it away so all that I can hear is a simple song. Mid day, sun beating on the concrete burning op my feet too many cars on the street, the noise, the red, the green makes me wanna scream. 5 o clock now its bumper on bumper on bumper horns honking nobodys looking but everybodys talking it's another day on this highway.