I woke up inside a question mark
Wearing yesterday’s socks as a hat
The mirror blinked twice and sighed
“Again? Really? That’s your face?”
The clock melted into soup
Time tasted like aluminum rain
I tried to scream but only pigeons
Came out of my mouth, politely insane
My shadow applied for another job
As someone who isn’t me
The floor asked for my autograph
Then ran away dramatically
Oh-oh-oh, the refrigerator is calling my name
Singing lullabies in microwave flames
La-la-la, I dance with invisible chairs
My thoughts have pockets full of stairs
Oh-oh-oh, don’t ask me why the moon is late
It missed the bus, it’s learning to skate
La-la-la, reality forgot its shoes
And I forgot how not to lose
The sun wears sunglasses indoors
Because it’s shy about being bright
My phone cried during lunch
It said “I miss your left side at night”
I shook hands with a comma
It promised me a longer breath
Meanwhile my coffee stared back
Like it knew too much about death
Oh-oh-oh, the refrigerator knows my fears
It hums them softly into my ears
La-la-la, I float through unpaid dreams
Nothing is solid, except the screams
Oh-oh-oh, gravity took a smoke break
Now we all just politely levitate
La-la-la, clap for the cosmic delay
The universe forgot what to say
If this song ends, don’t be alarmed
It probably just changed its mind