semi-dead man verse 2

[Pharaohs Army]

So you


call me manic/depressed, because I can't rest
Pearl necklace on the nape of your neck
Paid my respects. Walked around the parking lot making threats
Took the subway just to go one block over
Are you in a coma? You've been distant, 'n colder
Waiting in my trench, like a turn of the century soldier
I tried So Hard and all I have to show for it is some folk art
Humphrey Bogart. I need another take
For me to cuddle I'd have to be awake
Faint glares; now it's just blank stares
The worst day of my life was when you told me you don't care
I look around 'n think we could have kids playing over there
For me, it was too much commitment
I'm such a dip-shit, and a misfit
Modes of silence; how many years do you wish to throw away?
When you go away I'm stricken with so much pain
As much use, as a dirty signpost, you can put a stake through
Getting used to it darling; Does he appreciate you?
What can I do? Can I ameliorate
the situation. Are you just testing my patience?
Blank slate; thoughts nascent. What do you expect? We live in a depressed
nation.
Trying so hard to erase it
with an empty keg in the basement
Fuck, where to begin?, Club soda with gin
Tip the bartender. Reassure my lenders
I've never had money. My credit's bad, honey
Sunny days evaporate the wet mud of my circumstance
Took a chance. Got burned, like the rest
It's my turn to take the test. Whisper the answers
You changed the day we heard of Molly's cancer
Please don't call me whimsical
A frolicking romancer
In the early days
I heard you say to end the third act of the play
Well. Make peace with me
And change scenery. No more greenery
The spice garden wilts in your absence
Filled up with absinthe. I don't water it
Yet I tolerate all of it
until the day we call it quits.



PA