Blue-Light Nights

I can't put together the pretty words 

I try 

But i can't paint you a picture

from the arbitrary lines

Draw you a picture? 

I'll give you a mugshot. 

Me, there, belly-bummed and undone 

Netflix slum 

On the lone bed  

Blue light turning eyes bright 

To the wishful images 

And I'll sigh and say 

Tomorrow! 

But I am too far gone in the dance 

And round and round we'll go 

Until we all fall down 

Because we dropped dead 

So to cope I'll play dead in the 

Waking life  

Fish-eyed in the blue light 

The same old dance 

round and round 

Finding solace in the words 

Trying to convince you  

The one's I know 

Are pretty