The Paranoid Blur - Telethon

I seek reprieve in the second bedroom

We converted to home office

Where I framed some vinyl records

«Blue», «Rumors», and «Born To Run,»

Which I note as a little standard

Conduct an eBay search for «Lodger»

Four clicks later, eight bucks broker

In a week it arrives at my home

And I’m still miserable

This is acceptable

I jump out of my bed already feeling fatigued

I don’t remember why I stayed up, now I’m weak in the knees

I check my inbox, making breakfast, swiping left to delete

I microwave some stale coffee from the previous week

I burnt the shit out of my toast cause I forgot it was toasting stamping seals

of approval via microinteractions

Tell somebody I can’t do it cause I’m spread too thin

Tell myself that tomorrow I’ll try meditation again

And lament the reminders repeating

They flash across awareness, try to focus on breathing

But my senses are heightened, my synapses abuzz

So I can’t focus on nothing 'cept the tabs I just opened above

It’s like black tar heroin

Loop it into the waves again

The thrum of my betterment

How soonish can I forget

Inform my next of kin

Once the arrangements begin

Bury me in my notifications

To the static you hear between stations

Still, there’s something so divine about a screen in your eyes

Like you’re sitting on the top of the world

There’s nothing like a homebound clickaround night

To flatten out the paranoid blur

There’s something so divine

(Stare at myself)

About a screen in your eyes

(Blue glow of the LCD)

It’s like you’re sitting on the top of the world

(Mad at myself)

Nothing like a homebound clickaround night

(2 star rated and trembling)

To flatten out the paranoid blur