GENERALLY MORE WORRIED THAN MARRIED by IN THE WOODS What is addiction with absence of drug What is grey without the presence of white Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence and knew Not what to do I made a can of coffee - smoked a Cigarette or two This is like a Hunger - This day is lake a feast A last supper to materialize the Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet She lives in the attic - A floor in between My room and the comets - Of chaos and dreams I'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell Of morning - where the sound of her Footsteps can comfort and cure It takes quite a while to get things In perspective A bleak, coloured tile Upon the wall - so pale and objective But how would I gain from this knowledge When I know not where to go [ www.dailyrics.com ] GENERALLYMOREWORRIEDTHANMARRIED by INTHEWOODS