One way out.

 Who's going to love me when your gone?

I was in love with the moon,

But the stars led me on.

And after the fun,

I knew I was I wrong.

After that the moon never shone,

As bright as it was did.

And I knew I got it wrong.

The easy path isn't always

The right one.

And it's easy to get lost

When you're having your fun.

Sometimes it's hard to admit,

But it's obvious when you wake alone.

A glass full of love

But with Noone to share,

Til you just start passing it around.

And everyone is quick to have a taste,

But Noone wants to share back.

The last to leave the party,

And definitely the best craic.

Down to my last half

 Watership down,

When you're friends no longer come round.

The booze goes down easy

When you aren't scared of getting stabbed in the back.

Forgot facts and focus on the good bits,

The he said she said and no one ends up

With the full story, 

So you start cheering out of loyalty,

For a friendship that never was.

It wasn't my fight but I fought just because.

Drunk fingers know no shame.

 Slippery when wet,

So walk with caution.

I'm the most sober

so let me do the talking.

The walk of shame

Never felt so free.

2 miles in and all eyes on me.

You've had your fun,

And your ears are ringing.

Fuk Sunday dinner,

Even with a liter of gravy

It's minging.

Dry as second hand old toast.

Tonight's insomnia,

I'll celebrate with old ghosts.

Shaking hands with every memory.

Sure what else would you do,

After hitting it hard

Regardless that  you

Know you're 44 and

Still half a mile from home. 

Live, laugh sell your time

 Every moment could be our last,

Every goodbye,

Every nod at the weird neighbor,

Who you don't really know.

To live is to be doomed.

As,

We can't as much as we try too Escape, everyone only has so long.

Time ticks but can never be returned.

Memories remembered,

Will never be there to relived 

You pay for a ticket and get your go.

And sadly that is all you get.

Morning sleepy head.

 The calm before the storm,

Not being able to sleep is the norm.

Mind too quick and ready to self harm.

Eyes closed tight fighting the insomnia

And not wanting to see light

That means it is the morn.

Daylights coming, 

And no matter how tight my eyes will be close

It can't change that.

No amount of wishing or cursing,

No overthinking,

It will still be here soon,

With the birds singing,

Another day,

So may as well open those eyes

And see it in.

She's turned the wee'us against us

 My dog sighs

My dark days, 

My temptress

My moment of bliss.

When the beat hits.

When we close the curtains

On Sunday.

And then when we are swopping sims, 

As we ran out of battery.

Like a lottery,

No one wants to admit its Sunday.

Who's phoning in sick on Monday?

The night before.

 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.