I've been known to comb through the
night hoping for Dawn to quickly arrive ,
falling asleep with the first rays of light
Waking up at Noon to adjust blinds ,
securing the house , staring down the
answering machine , afraid to return calls
Lighting one cigarette with another till I
dozed back off , drinking Pepsi and dining on
M&M;'s in the dark , watching 50's sitcoms
and getting nothing done
Taking pills for depression with red wine ,
hoping I might die
Writing sad songs with an only friend , something
in tune with your mood that would never think of
leaving you high and dry
Laying in filth till rescued somehow , starting different pills
with a new job , a new month , a new time for alienating
new friends and burning bridges to the ground