Mid-Day Break (via 2002)
Smog in the room like a swamp aroma
night
Clinks and chatter amongst the darts in flight
A couple joined hands at the jukebox picking out their song
Guys in football tees searching for a loose thong
The dim lights above the black glassy sticky
floor
Built up pressure escapes out the opened door
The merry sounds pour out into the streets
Inviting like an advertisement to people we've yet to meet
I myself am by myself yet quite content
At a table i call my date for a dollar i can rent
The green felt the crystal balls makes everything stable
I'm content with my passions at the pool table
Must Go On (via 1995)
I sit and stare at the peeling of the
wall
My head aches and I cry at the emotional fall
I ponder around in what's left of my brain
I feel I'm pushed by a tuck and pulled by a crane
I think of you and often wonder where you
are
I often think if I am close or if I'm far
Then I realize you are what i cannot hold
Yes the cards are dealt but they too need fold
My first love or a mere obsession of
mine
You're the pearl I can't purchase yet did find
I've acceptance not your love, but of pity
I ask not of your empathy and sympathy
I must go on