It’s all deliberate, isn’t it?
Done with meticulous purpose
Researched reason and even
A touch of arithmetic and cursive
None of those dance moves
Were born of spontaneous groove
None of those lyrics
Just came to you
It’s all rehearsed, all prophesised
I’m the only one here
Not mesmerised
You start to recognise
That boom
When you’ve got it in you
See it on the skin
And feel it wriggle
In sinew
I’m watching you writhe
Like you’ve been given
New life
But it was the same routine
As last bloody night
So I’m not impressed no more
Your outlandish claims
On the smoking benches
All sparkling with metaphor
And subtext that drenches
It pours out, it pours
Like god’s struck the oracle
Only thing missing
Is anything logical
Spew as spew does
No gap for curiosity’s itch
When someone does
Slip in a probe
You slip out like a glitch
Back to the stage
For us all to be wowed
Instead of seeming clever now
You’re just coked up and loud
Where does it get you?
What does it tick?
Another weekend partying
And taking the mick
But you gotta have fun
Because, boy,
Does it dip quick
Everyone grows up and moves on
In the blink of a hit
Hope they don’t sober though
And realise you’re actually just shit
I remember that first night
How special you seemed
So many skins ago
It feels more like a dream
Old in your flash
I was hungry and green
Thought you couldn’t be matched
Thought that couldn’t be me
But you never wanted it to mean more
Than the simple thirst
Of being seen
Have you quenched that pounding need?
Have you found a home
After so many sofas?
Still performing like some chimpanzee
But nothing’s come any closer
Still telling bad jokes
And laughing loudest?
Still achieving the everyday
And boasting proudest?
Still can’t tell me what it is
When you proclaim you’ve found “it”
There’s a million like you
In this artsed out city
I could hit ten with a stone throw
I will admit
Your brother’s pretty fit, though…
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 