Quietly reflecting
In the middle of rush hour
I\'m soft to the touch
Was it for something or was it for nothing?
I can\'t remember much about anything
For that matter
I\'ve popped the cork, drank the bottle
I done it yesterday and I\'ll do it again tomorrow
Today is a carbon copy
I know it as well as words
I know it as well as my slim waist
I broke it from the bone
Got my fingers into the gooey centre
Gave him permission to enter
I am the dog rose, toffee-nosed
Flying like a bird in the sky
I live by my own rubric
I\'m a seafaring being
Inhaling toxins
I crave the sucrose
Half empty and half made of fortitude
The pain is like the prow
A cold wind on the wold
I sold my soul to the Devil
The Devil took my mirth with a kiss
I\'ve been abandoned and I\'m otiose
Spoiled in my pessimism
Now it\'s only fake mirth wrapped in glorious deceptions
I\'m swallowing my objections
Was it for something or was it for nothing?
I can\'t remember much about anything
Under the night sky
The most devastating thing has happened
I can\'t believe it, my heart is broken in pieces
I feel like a mad poet, getting madder by the minute
I knew this would never have ended well
It never does
I listen to the piano with intent
I listen to the Glassworks
The fire in me has sparked a glittery notion
I am stupid and brilliant
Watching my life go down the drain
Saying I\'ll change but I stay the same
True happiness is the hardest thing to obtain
Happiness is like gold, hidden somewhere
Out of sight, out of mind
It\'s easier to act like it doesn\'t happen
I can\'t imagine it being any different
I\'m always playing the game like a poker player
I\'m the designated driver
An enigma, gone haywire
Started some kitchen drama
Because I can\'t tote the burden
I\'m doubtful in my quest
Feeling like a white elephant
Doing errands, I pass derelict buildings
In the rundown part of town
Where you\'ll find blonde vagabonds
With endless wisdom
I stop and I think, I stop and I think.