I’m sitting where your arms
can reach me
I could throw a stone to beauty
Everyone who I love is here
There’s more than
ample stimulation
No excuse for my frustration
Still the box is pulling me near
Addictions can come in
All shapes and sizes
Prediction
You’re sucked in
by my intellectual disguises
I know it’s a crazy
shallow thing
But just now I’d rather watch
The West Wing
The ringing phone should stop fixation
A living soul wants conversation
But not a contest
Not even close
So when does treat
become temptation
When does rest
become stagnation
Creative juices now decompose
Addictions can come in
All shapes and sizes
Prediction
You’re sucked in
by my intellectual disguises
I know it’s a crazy
shallow thing
But just now I’d rather watch
The West Wing
Could this be my real life
Perhaps without the edits
So please Just one more episode
We can fast forward the credits
Addictions can come in
All shapes and sizes
Prediction
You’re sucked in
by my intellectual disguises
I know it’s a crazy
shallow thing
But just now I’d rather watch
The West Wing