Ghosts on my shoulder whisper in my ear
Telling me things that I don’t want to hear,
Kneeling at the feet of the choices I’ve made
Whilst possible pasts form a long, sad parade,
It’s summer again and the sun promises love
Sent on warm photons from the heavens above
But the sun keeps hiding behind Tupperware skies
Whilst clouds cry salty tears from irritated eyes
The night brings fear of the day soon to come
Sleep brings dreams; a refuge for some
But dreams of paralysis to me are nothing new
I’m frozen to the spot now, a nightmare statue
Get up, get dressed, there’s a stone to shove
To earn my reward from those up above
So I can pay all the bills that I can't afford
Until rich enough to indulge in offshore tax fraud
Forked tongue liars selling snake oil on TV
Doesn't really mean all that much to me
When smashed bits of porcelain cover the floor
And howling creatures are scratching at the door
Eyes once blue begin to turn steely grey
Cynicism bites and eats the child in me away
Soon to be a figment of an ephemeral past
I suppose some things just aren’t meant to last