Morning Glory Story

She wakes up. She finds herself sleeping in a doorway,
Wondering how she ever got that way.
She fights her tears away, then prays for no more sorrow.
Will tomorrow be the same as yesterday?

She tasted from tree of life which led to hunger,
Now she wonders how she'll ever carry on.
She thinks about the life she knew when she was younger,
Heaven help her, now those days are long since gone.

She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping next to no one,
And it's no fun, when there's no one there to see.
She looks down at her feet, my god, they sure look dirty
Seven-thirty, time to be or not to be.

She cries out, "Won't somebody listen to my story!
Mourning glories aren't supposed to have to pay!"
She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping in a doorway,
Wondering how she ever got that way.

-Harry Nilsson

The sound of the bees' stingers
Breaking off deafened me.
They hound me inside of my room,
Inside of my mind.

How honest could I be,
If only I were honest?

The mad scientist laughs
He laughs for the joy of his madness
He pops an eye out of his cat and
Eats it,
As if 'twere a grape or an oyster.
It was the grossest thing I've ever seen.

I am here, without you.
And here, without you,
It is so lonely.