Conor Oberst
A Line Allows Progress, a Circle Does Not
Sitting around, no work today
Try pacing to keep awake
Laying around, no school today
Just drink until the clock has circled all the way

It is late afternoon
As you walk through the rooms
Of a house that is quiet
Except for unanswered telephones

You stand near the sink
While you're mixing a drink
You think you don't want to pass out
Where your roommates will find you again

Stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do
You're always looking for something
To sniff, smoke, or swallow
Calling over next door to see what they got
But you would settle for anything
That would make your brain slow down or stop

Break this circle of thoughts you chase
Before they catch back up with you
And your parents noticed your thinning face
All the weight you lost
All the weight you are losing
You said: "I'm done feeling like a skeleton
No more sleepwalking dead"
You're gonna wake from this coma
You're gonna crawl from this bed you have made

And stop counting on that camera
That hangs 'round your neck
Because it won't ever remember
What you choose to forget

As you try to find some source of light
Try to name one thing you like
You used to have such a longer list
And light, you never had to look for it

But now, it's so easy to second guess everything you do
Until all you want is
Until all you want is to finish this half empty-glass
Before the ice all melts away

This feeling always used to pass
Seems like it's every day
Seems like it's every night now