I suppose I know the truth, or was that a lie I told to you?
I can’t decide.
It never crossed my mind to ask for the answer…
Was I just afraid and acted fine, and is it too late to change this appetite for Natural Light or Pabst every night?
I don’t know. I just shrug, and drink till I’ve had enough. By “had enough” I mean “passed out drunk”.
It’s such a sad sight.
Another bookmark in this average life...
You’re always in my window saying, “Good night,” but I just want to drink you away, sunshine. There are kids outside and they’re playing on the swings, I can hear them through the screen, laughing, and yelling, “You push me.” Maybe when I get old I’ll think about this, and say how wonderful it was for them to enjoy what I miss, but for now I put the pillow over my ear…
Wake up, clock in and leave your mind at the door because there’s nothing worse than they type who ignores his obligations to His Highness, My Lord, Mr. Nicest of his Corp.
American,
is there a better man?
No, we’re always right,
and that’s why I’m drinking tonight
because no one listens anyway
and I’m tired of talking.
I’m the kitchen waiting
on the silence
I dream of often,
but I know I won’t get there first...
No, you’ll get there before because that’s how the world works,
indifferent to pearls and dirt.
I’m no Saint, but I’ve got a gun and that can take the light out of your sun.
You have to live a little to know what you’re worth,
and I know I’m not better than the best one.
No,
and second’s no fun for an American Noone.
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