The Mad Stork Makes Another Movie

There are days I’d rather not wake and face the world at all
Because the weights so crushing
And I can never sleep too long
But then I think of times we’ve had
Get out of bed
There are ways to pace the day, and plugs to keep my ears from blowing
From all the trash I hear about our petty lives and where we’re going
Where we’re going is not so bad
Where we’re going is not so bad
So how?
How did I get so empty?
To think that there were times when we spoke our minds for hours, dodging sleep
How?
How did I get so empty?
I remember the day
You had something to say but you couldn’t find the words
No you couldn’t find the words
Nor could I