Better then this.

 Born slipping. 

Spare key to the house. 

Doing what you shouldn't. 

But isn't that what life is about? 

Pushing boundaries. 

Ignoring the rules. 

Doing things in your own time? 

Scars mark history 

And tattoos mark time. 

And friends come and go, 

And love doesn't always last.

But sure it's not always amazing,

But it's always better then boring, 

And You alway survived, 

You lived life, 

You experienced 

And put your hands in the air .

With many stories to tell. 

With a sound track that can put you back, 

In a moment and another time. 

A body of living history.

You can't remember why you went upstairs. 

But you can remember the endless weekends. 

The new friends. 

The sweaty handshakes and hugs. 

The feeling of coming up. 

Waiting on a taxi. 

Everyone doused in aftershave. 

Banter, 

as you listen to your mates 

New favorite mix.

Not knowing life will never be better then this 

Believe in love.

 The void wasn't sniffed away.

Another point 4 won't do. 

I can try and drink away the pain. 

Though its still be waiting in the morning. 

And so will everything you tried to forget. 

With added hangover and feeling shit. 

The places the music can't reach. 

Got me with nothing else 

But 

My soul to squeeze. 

So ths party never ends, 

As the bank account goes further in the red

And everything you love is further pushed away. 

This is fun, 

Lighting a fire and you don't run. 

Pointing at yourself with a gun. 

Cutting yourself to the bone. 

Driving drunk. 

Allowing yourself to believe in love. 

The end of the day

At the end of the day

Is now okay?

I'm trying to drown 

These demons in beer, 

But they won't stay away. 

Sleep isn't easy. 

I need more rest 

The threat of everything 

Falling apart, 

Puts a weigh on me, 

That makes it hard to get a breath. 

So self medication and over thinking. 

The dog tells me off 

And tells me bed is waiting. 

But I don't want to toss or turn. 

I just want stay awake. 

Listen to sad songs, 

And drown myself in drink. 

No use

 And there it is.

The love I give, 

Out weighs what I get back. 

I want to give everything, 

Just even for a "how are you" text. 

But I'm too fried for too long 

too many people I called friends, 

Now I don't know them at all. 

Cause I give too much, 

give everything away. 

Cause nothing with out love is any use to me.

The scars

 I'd never steal the stars from your sky.

The clouds only come when you're away. 

You have a magic, 

The sort that saves the day. 

I'm old enough to know now

That hearts aren't toys. 

And love shouldn't be a game. 

And if it is right, 

Then it can heal, 

Though the scars still look the same.

And sometimes I can't sleep. 

Over thinking about long gone things. 

Thinking about, 

Where the scars came. 

When I was too young to realize, 

That people come and go. 

But if it's ment to be, 

Then you will not let it go.

Can't

 Don't sleep, won't sleep, 

why sleep. 

By now you know your in to deep, 

no use in counting sheep. 

Not many options and choices ae limited, 

Your better days buried like treasure 

Well hid. 

So Clock watching 

And tossing and turning

Is what fills your time 

Waiting for the morning. 

Can't even relax. 

Sure such is life....

Everything for half price

 Nothing less then everything,

Got 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 the dance floor is a memory.