When Yesterday Comes: The Tale of Two Men.

Same tomorrow, another today All the monotony, pills gave me a lobotomy Second mind third eye In the bed, I lie superfluous, repetitive, and superstitious Everyday dogmatic to the point of extraneous I'm stuck on automatic gunpoint so damn strenuous pour me another hour on clocks labor to overpower on the rocks coffee together at Jauques's the two lives contrast intertwined by contracts thank god, put the cup down at last having trouble seeing the past and present diagnosed with time cataracts when yesterday comes again ill be ready, clear as day