"If the big boredom was a bayonet / in my heart, it might not / be worth fighting the urge to sit back / in this armchair and slumber the day away // I cannot get any more awake than I am / yet I feel I'm sleeping // I'm sleeping / I'm sleeping / the alarm clock is ringing / grope in the early morning light for some reason // to smash the thing and git it over with / and sleep the morning away // wake up with the butterfly in the field the flowers blue the / showers wet your lips I'm kissing you tears of joy / I'm overcome // I'm dying / I'm dying to break a sweat // get in the groove and win this bet / my horoscope has this being a good day // to catch a buzz / I'm not wasting my life when I catch a buzz"

-Rabbit Beach groundskeeper