It feels like forever since I've written anything myself, but here's this.
It came to me, as many do, right before I was supposed to leave for class, so I hurriedly scribbled down the chords and hoped I'd remember it.

"It's so REM it hurts" was my friend's reaction.

 shiacoft is on bass as always and the electric guitar is played by our guitarist Andrew.

Lyrics:
It was a thursday, or a Wednesday maybe
I had just got back from work
Body aching, dragging feet towards my sink
Give the faucet knob a jerk

Blending senses, sight and sound no longer two
Water wets my face with white
my own foot steps splash the walls with gentle blue
Hit the mattress, black the light

the box around me disappears
evil confines that seem unnecessary, worthless and contrived
whirling round I feel nothing but you
won’t you come and find me tonight

paint chips scattered spreading from the broken square
blackness pressed against my eyes
everywhere I look expect to find you there
still here waiting, dripping dry.