Narcoleptic Mary drops her head in sudden jerks at the table in the mansion's old estate Her face is in the soup and as she wakes she hears the laughter bouncing off her plate
When the china breaks - she awakes Narcoleptic Mary is careening down the hallway the dents into the sheet rock match her skull She's taken so much speed to kill the soporific weeds but still she feels their pull
So she collapses in a pile on the kitchen tile And her husband's an insomniac who doesn't understand he props her head up with his hands If she'd only stayed awake, she'd have heard him when he said "Mary what the hell's wrong in your head!?"
Narcoleptic Mary feeds the dog in the garage, so proud to fill her one domestic role But the waves of sleep descend and as her spine begins to bend she falls into the water bowl
