Sun down, sun up.
I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things i appreciate.
I lie in rhythm to open doors.
I follow suit and just want more.
My reputation is the same it's been,
And i don't care what happens.
I read the book, so i know the end.
I've probably said too much,
But i've never felt more accomplished.
I'm losing sleep.
I'm losing friends.
I've got a love/hate/love with the city i'm in.
I'll count the hours, having just one wish.
If i'm doing fine, there's no point to this.