At The Bottom Of Everything

We’re shaping up to be all you whish you could have been. Open eyes it’s a brand new season, a brand new season. There isn’t anything I haven’t heard and you know I’m not convinced, for the first time in my life I’m asking the world who I am and not me. Close the doors and take the stairs, up and down, upside down. Your always acting like an overdramatic actor who is starving for attention with one last job to make it happen. You played your part by being invited but I’m not impressed nor excited. Dive right in, I’m not like them I wont buy it. Take back everything you have ever said because you don’t mean a word of it you never did. I regret everything that I ever said to make you feel like something special or like you ever really mattered. It’s the phrase that pays right? Why do you stock pile memories in the corner of a room? I don’t know how we got this sick. Is it serious? I’m afraid it is. Am I gonna die? Well guess what boy your time is coming quicker than mine is. I make plans to break plans and I’m planning something big. We’re sceptics and true believes. Your selfish and I’m sorry that your going no where fast.

When I look back my life looks like the classified pages of what’s for sale, hey here’s lot 45 she’s got a decent voice, she’ll keep you warm. Take her home for just 999. When you said “things are falling apart” I thought you meant that you were falling apart.

The once ambitious now hold the smoking gun.

Dream of daemons when you sleep that make you stutter when you speak. Speak now or forever hold your piece in pieces. I work in daylight feeding fashion to housewife’s, for once I wanna take chances on truck stops and providence lines. Go on there not listening; tell them twice and then three times is just right. I’ve got my pride and I’ll let you sleep tonight because I’m almost home. I’m missing you to death, now my friends are dropping like flies, theres a smoking gun and I know how to use it. I’m on my feet I’m on my feet our time is almost here our time is almost here our time is alone here our time is almost here.

And for the first time in my life I feel my heart jump and the mood becomes so serious…and we smile awkwardly at each other with a bit of an evil chuckle. Today was…alright, work was alright. The foreign kid, she broke the coffee machine and now I’m fucked off.

Oh dear god please, get me out of here before I smack her fucking face in.

Small talk still seems so awkward.

( Can We Dance In The Rain? And Fill The Streets? )