Sunday Morning Jazz

I close my eyes
And try to remember
A day I felt like this
Hold on tight
Because all I recall
Are the times I felt like

Somewhere close to comfort

Thinking this is as good as it gets
Try to convince the outside eyes
This is as good as it gets


Think happy thoughts
About Waffle
Put forth a genuine effort
To find some hope
In a power above
An eyeball left unblinking

Somewhere close to comfort
Thinking this is as good as it gets
Try to convince the outside eyes
This is as good as it gets


See I rationalize
In a logical way
Every shadow must
Spring from light
Then I open my eyes
To watch myself slip
down a one-way slide