My living room is the best place to spend a day.
It’s the only place I’d want to call long-distance from,
And try to recover from those bad dreams of people I used to love.
I want to sit here, think about the world we live in,
Listen to the rain and think about offering my last
bottle of Coke to a friend
If he promises to come by for a visit.
This is a place for dreaming Neptune’s revenge,
And for fleshing out my own negligibility with a theory.