Stupid

the day begins like another day

i hear a sermon it must be sunday

words are echoing all around

coming through the fog

on my elbows i look around

nothing here but the sound

of breathing

all the pillows are in a pile

and the blanket is off

i thought the windows

were made of glass

i thought the patterns

were on the ceiling

i thought the pictures

were parallel

i thought that i knew it all

i didn't know i was stupid

i didn't think i was stupid

i couldn't tell i was stupid

i didn't know it at all

i get a call from a good friend

and oh i'm alive again

she says she's in for the weekend

and just happened to call

i try keeping her on the line

saying whatever comes to mind

she says it sounds like you're doing fine

and leaves me climbing the wall