17:50


I’m tired of death

Like 16:30 in a crack house

Yellow, fading light of dusk coming

Cigarette burnt lace curtains
I’m tired of life

Lungs filled with ash and dust

Reflected life in broken windows

Diseased, unable to move 
I’m tired of staring at the ceiling

Waiting for the same damaged dawn

Pieces of dreams litter the floor

Staining the carpets with memory
I’m drowning, I don’t care

I’m at the inevitable collapse

Diluted, a dirty blocked drain

I woke here in the dirt

here in the dirt I remain

Women


Some say they marry for love
Other women marry for money
Some want a man with a fancy degree
Sorry, I’m not that guy honey

Some women want a sculpted man
Others want a lawyer or a doctor
Some want a lap dog to stay at home
If it’s any of those rather don’t bother

So where is the real world?
The one where love conquers all
Not a dismal soap opera
Where everything else matters more

I don’t want half measures
You’re either out or you’re in
I’m not spending anymore days
Trying get someone out of my skin

What happened to honour
Or till death do us part
We just leave when it’s inconvenient
And break someone’s heart

Is it just comfortable
A means to an end
You want a pretty wedding and bills to be paid
So we just lie and pretend?

Is it pretences or social standing
So you can brag to your friends
I want something more
Someone who’ll be there in the end

Do we just stick around
Until someone better comes along
I ain’t no Saint
But this shit is wrong

What happened to life
Just doing the small things together
I don’t want a year or a day
I’m looking for forever

Maybe my timing is off
Perhaps I live in the wrong time
I don’t want someone who is everyone’s
Just someone that’s mine