Time’s falling through me
Like sand through my fingers
Nowadays no second lingers
I ain’t wished to stop so much
In a long time
I wouldn’t say no to
The world fucking off for a bit
And my friends all thinking
I was dead for the week
But reality don’t work like that
I can’t only chat to the floorboards
As they squeak back
In meek bleats
I doubt I’m any less bleak though
And word on the curb
Is that even the inanimate thinks I’m a freak, so
I like it when the carriage is empty
When the piss heads have shut up weekend
And the workers
Are all in lieu
I like that I managed to get out of
Meeting up with you
I salivate over an empty bus
And flap over missing rush hour
But even alone in my bedroom
I got someone that needs something
Bunching sticks to invade my tower
Sending rafts to my desert island
Where I’ve got Blackout on repeat
How do you tell some to fuck off
But keep it sweet?
My body always hurts
I got blisters on the blisters on my feet
And this sugar glaze on each
Rocky maze between my teeth
I try follow those ancient lessons
Implement methods that they teach
But then I chuck paperwork
Out the window
And just lay in bed
Under the eye of the TV
I love the days I don’t have to wash
Or pimp and pamper flesh
Where stress gets shelved
And I don’t delve
Into any of my mounding mess
But these lazy slumps are amounting
And the blue arsed fly ones
Just get less
Still I prefer to pick socks off only
Than bother getting fully undressed
I swear my body was made horizontally
That vertical just ain’t the best
For the bones that I’ve grown into
And all the fucking rest
I had this pain inside my belly
I’ve been blaming that for weeks
I’ve been working, init
Yeah yeah, those bank holidays
Don’t count for me
I’ve been making music
Use your brain, it’s summink you listen to
Not see
But I can’t explain why the exhaustion
Flourishes from zilch
There’s this gnawing black inside me
That’s always made me ill
I got all my toys gathered
Ready to uproot the pram
But I lost track of time again
So that door just slammed
Right in my mug
And I’m jammed
Straight in the spot I started
Even though I’ve had all these thoughts
Flood my brain
S’pose I’ll just crawl into bed again
It’s been a week now since I’ve seen you
Feels both one and a hundred days
Just remember
I ain’t never been one for blasé
At the moment my dramatics
Are stuck in their freeze frame
I get sudden panics
That I never will manage to change
Especially since
Every day started to feel the same
I try point finger
But even that’s a strain
Still my naivety
Is desperate for summink to blame
Yeah time is all evading
Acting just like me, the prick
I dunno if it’s got some master plan
Or if I’m just being thick
I was born without a patient bone
So this slow tick just makes me sick
Ain’t you got any minutes for me
Some spare time that I can nick?
Just what did I predict
That you’re free all afternoon
And want to help me
Recover from this dip
But actually I’m better
Think the clouds have just all burst
So no need to bother bothering me
I think it’ll only make me worst
Just leave me here to rot and moan
Bitch and cry and heave
And if you do overstep that rejection
I’ll tell you to fucking leave
I actually quite enjoy
Being difficult and distant
It ain’t like I don’t get lonely
Or never miss them
Right now it’s just that I am broken
And only my fingers can restitch
So if you ‘llow me to carry on
Being difficult and distant
With my slow motion mission
Then the plan should go on
Without a hitch
I’ll see you in the cemetery
Half a century after you go
Because I think I’m the only one
Where life has suddenly
Started to move slow
It’s meant to increase as my age does
Just like my vision will defog
I wish I could throw out that handbook
You know which;
‘The Law of Sod’
Or maybe I’ll lend you it
So you inherit my slog
Just remember on your peregrination
To give all my ghosts a nod
Oh look, it’s breakfast after lunchtime
Soon it’ll be bed-ready just before tea
I’m sorry, it’s always the case:
You just get this pace of me.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 