gotta clean my head out.

get out of my head
thick black muck
gluing bad ideas together
webs upon webs of sticky situations
layer on layer of opacity
smells like teen spirit
smells like last year
or the year before
i don't even remember anymore
this time it's different
i have to believe it
for my sanity i hope i am... sane
there's that word: hope
i still use it so i must have it
somewhere deep in my thick mucky head
buried in the recesses of my brain
lying in wait for a moment of clarity
a ray of sunshine through the cracks
something
something
anything
to bring me back