Sold Short

This morning I awoke
Hard pressed to catch my breath
I thought I’d dreamt the calendar
Shed the better of its depth
But oh, my mind, she hadn’t lied
No, a whole damn year’s gone by
So I’m weathered in a wild fit
Faulted as the clock conspired
Don’t ask how I could stand
To sit on my own two hands
The seasons beat about my face
While still buried in the sand
And though the time that has elapsed
Has left my lungs collapsed
At least I’ve got these limbs to write
Of unpleasant plight, alright
Well-oh-well-oh-well, I sold myself so short again
Well, I’ve been working too hard just to fall back on my last resort again
Aw man, I’m through doing everything I know I ain’t supposed to do
Well-oh-well-oh-well, I sold myself so short
While I’m wide-eyed, my thoughts collide
I pry myself out of bed
Just a bag of weary bones on stilts
Doing battle with my head
And with the sermon I just wrote
I’m preachin' it to coax
My head back from a humdrum hell
And the stale that it evokes
Well-oh-well-oh-well, I sold myself so short again
Well, I’ve been working too hard just to fall back on my last resort again
Aw man, I’m through doing everything I know I ain’t supposed to do
Well-oh-well-oh-well, I sold myself so short