Blue day,
 red cigarettes
 First one
 flipped up again
 Bracing for more fatigue
 I won't stand on two feet or fall
 I've hit the wall
 Hold my plastic migraine
 Keep it
 open again
 Bracing for more fatigue
 I won't stand on two feet or fall
 Fleeting attempt at discreet landfall
 Shaking from the caffeine
 I can't say what I mean at all
 I've hit the wall
 Too tired to walk
 Too stubborn to crawl
 I've hit the wall
 I've hit the wall
 I've hit the wall
 I've hit the wall
 I've hit the wall
 I've hit the wall
 I've hit the wall