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.
Shy and tired
The dog needs walked.
Long summer days
And the hope it's the last
Of the winters dark.
The birds get bold and loud,
Drinks better chilled.
The battlefield of a dance floor
A distant memory of late night thrills.
Replaced with the worry of paying bills
It's the small crimes,
Blood stains lit by the TV,
The chances never took,
And they hurt with everytime you think of those memories.
The doctors waiting room,
The fear of how you will be preceived.
The truth too unsettling,
So stick to pg.
Just to undo,
And to pretend
And claim that isn't me.
The small crimes,
Masked with a smile.
It's been a long time
Since you were able to cry.
And the pills you take,
They dose up when you
Feel they no longer work,
300mg don't work,
Well try 330.
Its whole world,
As I sit and try to focus on the TV.
So much out there,
Sure see how I feel after
A nap or three.
Cause living isn't easy.
So trying to numb the unnecessary.
The small crimes,
As you think what you could of been.
Drunk On a Tuesday night.
Nothing going right,
Still lost in battle,
And every other fight.
Was Years ago and new foes,
Old news, old shoes,
Just to wake like a rabbit
In your headlights.
And everyday has Monday blues.
Do it for Bailey, make the most of his life and make it as great as you can. Instead of laying in bed unable to move. You only have a short time together, and you already feel regret. So keep trying, day by day. He loves you so much as you love him.
Do it for yourself, no matter how dark today was, tomorrow is another chance and new start. You have came to far to just lay down and let yourself sink. Overcame so much that would of destroyed others. You wounds hurt, but to heal you must first bleed. Til they are but scars.
Think about the bigger picture, not just rush in head strong with excitement. There is so much more to life then living in a moment of madness. Life is a series of moments, days and so on. Every new one is a new chapter and chance. Life no matter what goes on, and so should you.
Ruta and sadness are parts of life, but they don't make up all of it. But it is you that has to get up, to move forward.
Even as tired as you are, that also isn't forever.
Just one more line,
Like the last two, Maybe three,
Things I never got to confess.
Held too tight to my chest.
The texts that got deleted,
And the calls that near got made.
Everyone is the same.
All sometimes scared
Sometimes the fear
And weight of rejection,
Far out weights what could.
Looking inward and lost in my thoughts.
Just push the button,
But I couldn't find the balls.
That leads to sleepless nights,
Thinking of what could of been.
Drink and self medicat,
Just to try to push it away,
In the hope that
Tomorrow is a new day.
He who loves the most, regrets the most.
As I imagine other lifetimes
when things worked out a little better,
and I wasn't so wet behind the ears.
And your tears weren't so salty,
And I said what it was that you needed to hear.
And it's okay if its not perfect.
Alright to sometimes colour outside the lines
And it's hard not to fight it.
But it won't work if I'm scared all the time.
I'm just sad that in this universe
It didn't work out this time.
Drink til it makes sense,
Or maybe to forget what it was,
Cause no one will love you
When you're honest,
As no one has the time to deal with the depressed,
The mind works in mysterious ways.
But the dark embraces you like an old friend.
And I'm too tired to fight it again.
Just the same old sad song,
The same day on repeat,
The bottle of gin goes too quick.
The dog needs walked,
And a 100 other things.
While my mind overthinks everything.
As the gin kicks in.
I just hope this gin can wash away my sin.
Make the most of every moment
They grow to quick,
Last call at the hug and pint
As my nose drips.
Excitement as the taxi is pretty quick.
Try to get the back seat,
As talking I don't want to be the one
Asking the driver are they busy
Or long into his shift.
Finally get where we plan to b,
The party is in full swing.
Grabbed by the hand
And jump in with both feet. ,
Its okay, I have a warm embrace.
So we spend the nite
Talking shite,
As we knew would be part of the plan
Then on to puttinf the world to right
Taking up resident in the kitchen,
Which was
Amazing to say the lest
Til the sun comes up
remind us it's time to leave.
Vicks, sweaty hugs and firm handshakes.
Your jaw break dancing til it aches.
Hands in the air when the piano breaks.
There is no religion, race
Or the other things used to separate us
When we are on the dance floor,
Everyone yeeeoooos the same,
Everyone there to escape the Grey clouds,
The 9 to 5 and half hour lunch break.
Your soon to be favorite song plays,
As you dance with your squad,
Your chosen family.
A life time of memories,
As the next song comes in.
And you can't help share everything.
Not even thinking about
how much gravy you'll need
To make it through Sunday lunch/dinner,
Because tonight you're onto a winner.
I wish it was your river,
Even your shore.
But I've been
Pulled by the current
As my tears and fears
Fill the nothing in between.
Miss understandings
And unhappy endings.
Overwhelming,
So what's the use of talking?
Make the most of every moment
They grow to quick,
Last call at the hug and pint
As my nose drips.
Excitement as the taxi is pretty quick.
Try to get the back seat,
As talking I don't want to be the one
Asking the driver are they busy
Or long into his shift.
Finally get where we plan to b,
The party is in full swing.
Grabbed by the hand
And jump in with both feet. ,
Its okay I have a warm embrace.
And long nite putting the world
To right in the kitchen was
Amazing to say the lest
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