Waking Up and Falling Down

Slowly waking up, covered with a thick layer of grime
My head is so dizzy I can only speak with a drawl
Noon or midnight, everything is jumbled including time
At an apartment in France or a house in Montreal
Either way my eyes and nose are drenched in liquor and lime
Can I finally be free of its strong, powerful thrall

How could I get myself into this never ending rhyme
Where's the root I pull or is it ingrained in my cell wall
Am I a flower choked by peers, reliving their pastime
It was me however who decided to go awol
Running from the problem, seeking some justice for this crime
Not realizing my own guilt and impact on it all

I'm tired of this bug, but my feelings can change on a dime
It pulls and grabs, always restraining me against a wall
Why can't I just push back, I should be strong, I'm in my prime
The bug pushes me to the ground, and I take that long fall
Into a river filled with sparkling fish and waves of slime
Stuffing my lungs, drowning me with feelings that are sublime