Spice up your panic attack
With maracas
And the need to need
Someone who needs you,
As sure as the sky is blue.
The weekend ends too soon,
Sunday roast with extra gravy,
And a extra long chew.
For Monday loams,
And you can still feel the baseline
From the night before.
Ears ringing and every other reply is
'sorry, what did you say?'
Still kinda half way between now
And the night before.
One more people,
they are the people I wanna share life with.
Be it one more choon, line, drink or just one more time we share a smile
One more is a special thing shared with the closet friend to the random you just met.
One more, where's the party at?
This Will be on my gravestone
The front left becomes a horror of untold. Every face smiles,
but they are smiles
Of day light robberies and hurt and pain. The space you obtain becomes small
till you can't breath
and the witches crackle with ease.
Took a line cause I'm missing you,
The meds make it hard to cry.
Lost as to who to share things with.
While two lines makes me shed a silent tear,
It hits the dust that I couldn't sniff first go.
Wish this sniff helped me forget
But I still see yous
My favorite ghosts.
Still want to share those old songs
When I find them,
But it's only me listening,
As the coke runs out.
The sting of the cut
The shock of the fall.
The bad feeling and shock
as you start to fall with no way to stop.
Like Late nights, face lit by the phone.
Laying in your bed,
A long way from home.
The last line of regret,
Did anyone see
where I left my self respect?
Over sharing is caring,
And I cared myself into a frenzy.
The kitchen, a hide away,
A holiday,
We all get a go here,
But I'll go first.
Like a well rehearsed fool,
The words spill
And there is nothing to lose,
Every secret hid gets their moment.
More then I could tell
Any councilor,
Barber, or even taxi man.
I even told how upset I was
Not to get a Mr frosty
At Christmas that time.
Nothing less then everything,
Anything to fill this hole in the soul.
And wait, there's more.
The darkness of the void,
Two left feet, paired with two right hands.
I could be your right hand man.
I could be.
But sadly at this moment,
I'm feeling a little less then me.
And as always,
Over the top and too much.
But there is more to this clown,
It's just the make up that puts you off.
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