I hang my feet out by the window-still I try so hard to still my mind A coffee in my hand I try to understand How I am in this bind I cry, I laugh, I die I live a thousand time A thousand and one lives I'm mad, I'm sad, unsure I croak my nevermore To the raven at my door I pour my favorite cup Been feeling entirely too much Feeling in time, feeling in memory I pour my favorite drug Been feeling entirely too much Feeling in rhyme, feeling in memory I pour my favorite drug Been feeling entirely too much Feeling in time, feeling in poetry Vire pó ou poesia Vire sete shots de vida Vire a vida Vire pó ou poesia Vire sete shots de vida Vire a vida Vire pó ou poesia Vire sete shots de vida Vire a vida