Standard (EADGBE)

I'm so tired

It feels like my head has been fried

You don't have to ask for the night

 hanging under my eyes

All I need

is a blanket to cover my feet

 and a touchdown lit up and wide

 enough for me to descend upon

Undisturbed

  RIFF

The evening is undisturbed

Free from words

of those who necessarily

 had to honk horns

at the freeway ghost. Who has

no place left

but the vacuum of everyones thrift

and the sounds of an anxious world

 who'll never make it on time

time

In this home

there is solitude by telephones

 of fifteen different take away menues

I slabber on

Undisturbed

  RIFF

The evenings are undisturbed

Free from words of those who

 necessarily had to speak up

 when the lights were off and all

"not right now" signs called the sounds

to stop