Good morning, Tiny Ship And urban planning I am up I can take you both to work On my way back From the cusp of Indiana I didn't sleep enough There's time now But I keep waking up On the ground I thought a lot about Death as a young child What happened to my ten alarms? I thought that I was old enough Can I borrow your simple parts? To pull and pry out remaining shards What happened to my ten alarms? I'm bound to you by tangled wire I need to consciously not use you as a crutch To hold me up as I scratch out these marks