GEEKIN

GEEKIN GEEKIN It’s three in the morning and I haven’t been to bed I thought I’d stay up and get high instead I’m geeking out the window through a crack in the curtain I thought I heard a noise, but I’m not for certain There it is again, that same kind of sound Like someone’s out there, sneaking around  I wonder who it is and what do they want? Is it thieves in the night, or cops with a warrant? I thought I saw one, or it might’ve been three Two on the ground, and one in the tree It’s got to be the cops, there out there again To watch what I’m doing, and track where I’ve been They use night-vision goggles, to spy in the dark I did have a pair, but I tore them apart They can hear me breathe, with their ill toys From little whispers to every single noise I know they’re out there, keeping tabs on me I think one just moved, but there so hard to see I need to relax, because here comes the sun It’ll be easy to spot them, when they jump up and run It’s getting brighter now as the morning dawns So where the hell are they, and where have they gone? They faded with the light, right in front of me The two on the ground, and the one in the tree I need to go to bed, and try to go to sleep But the thought of those c