awake yet?

I awake up a thrill seeker, I'm fueled and frayed, what a vast world awaits. Some may think I've gone gaga or MIA but I haven't tossed it all in the garbage, instead I used it up. I'm a badly drawn girl, but at least I'm brand new. I clash over the default: why don't we switch to metric? I want to live, I'm lit up, in the low millions. I talk to my muse and take the tonic and wait for nirvana, I find it in an oasis delivered by the postal service. I await a remedy and smile over their empty soul, but soon I'll be on snow patrol waiting to play in the cold. I get a tattoo and create a sugar cult. I slid across the verve now I'm only 30 seconds from mars.