A cup of confidence, of energy, a gulp of pure desperation.
Waiting for that synthetic hit, to give me motivation.
A simple substance, yet, with so much power.
Will it finally make me shower?
I drink too fast, it scorches my throat.
My body screams ‘NO’, but it doesn’t get a vote.
I get on with my day, ‘how are you?’ ‘Yes, I’m fine’.
Can they tell I’m barely alive?
I’m fuelled by numbers, C8H10N4O2,
How accurate is my world perception, through this stimulated view?
I can study, I can work, I feel mentally strong,
But there’s a time limit on coffee, before it all starts to go wrong.
The confidence, the energy, it’s soon stolen away.
Replaced by dissociation, my world’s turning grey.
I’m disconnected, I’m numb, I just want to quit.
This cycle is so torturous, was this drink really worth it?
Then, just wait, it’s not over yet,
The anxiety comes flooding in, everything is a threat.
My OCD emerges, it starts a war.
‘COUNT!’ It says. ‘COUNT!’ ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR.
I end the day, dazed, just lying in bed.
Why do I do this to my stupid head?
The chemicals, the stimulants, is there any point?
For a false sense of determination, that will inevitably disappoint.
The morning comes, I awake, time to face a new day.
I’m tired, I need energy and I know there’s a way.
So, here I am, stuck, in a state of affliction.
I’m paralysed, faced again, with the coffee contradiction.