Blowing It

It seems that I am destined

To forever rue the day

I didn’t just pack up my bags

And simply walk away

The Over 40’s Club

Let’s both jump

Into this taxi

Please just take me home

And have me

I’m done waiting

Now is our time

Let’s grasp this moment

Whilst we’re in our prime

High Maintenance

I’m not looking for just anyone

For not just anyone will do

It’ll take someone superhuman

To survive what I’ll put them through

Regret

Considering
everything
I’ve given
up

My
life is
finally
on track

It’s just
a shame
I didn’t
know
how

All
of
this
would
work
out

And
left
you
standing
a while
back

High School Reunions

I
wonder
what

You’d
think
of me
now

Fat,
forty
and
fucked

Would
you
still
love me
forever

Want
to be
together
whatever

Or be
thankful
for the
bullet
you
ducked

The Coup

If
I could
do it
over
again

I
would
change
everything

I’d
be who
I always
wanted
to be

And
I would
be the
king

Unhealthy Choices

Sitting
here
with
nothing
to do

And
yet my
mind is
crowded

This
is when
things
go wrong

When my
judgement
becomes
clouded

Purge

We’ll
both
carry
the
guilt,
of course

That’s
just
life
now
I guess

It’s
just
a shame

As
we’re
not to
blame

For
causing
this
fucking
mess

The Dead Of Night

The
dark
nights
are
drawing
in

And
there’s
some
comfort
in that

For
when
I finally
slink
away

They
won’t
know
I’m not
coming
back

Old Habits

As my
veins
fill
with
chip
fat

And
my
lungs
marinate
in
tar

I
wonder
if
perhaps
this
time

I’ve
taken
things
too
far

Shotgun

At
this
point
I’ll
try
anything

She
said

It
can’t
do any
harm

Then
you
should
take
this
one

He
said

It’ll
work
like a
charm

Story Books

Read
to me
some
more

She
said

I
swoon
to the
sound
of your
voice

Tell
me
what
you
want
to
hear

He
said

You
know
it’s
always
your
choice

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