redeemed zombie

the sun is on the horizon, my friends.

the Gross will turn into Fresh

the 3am tacos to 6 o'clock eggs & oj

"sweet dreams" will once again be "good morning, honey"

i will not be waking up doctors to chat

the assignment board will no longer read Tiffy

Visiting family, instead of living with them

And there's a sinking feeling in my back and chest

But these eyes will not be swollen anymore, guys

Nor the hands.