There is never a moment of calm in my head

4:43 am, 4 hours before paper.

get out of my mind, bloody music, as much as i love you
i need to cram in concepts of research methods into my head

and i can't do it with a freaking orchestra playing in my head
every single beat so clear, the amazing, amazing melding of notes

So i try to concentrate on the whirl of the fan above me,
but a minute later, extreme-makeover enters my mind again.

So i try to listen to other music to drive it out of my head
but what i need is A QUIET, CALM MIND TO THINK.

So I try listening to 'fuck you', (so many songs with this title),
because this is what I want to scream to myself, but
it is too odd to scream that in a corner room on the 19th floor.