Straight line And a curve for the eye Scribbling Is no use at this time of the night
Or a pencil mark from light to dark When moonlight is near And daylight is far
Wallowing in Blood and chaos Strict curfew to never sleep As I always have been
But a scribble for you Is never far Always a part of my nightly drama Whether it a one liner In my note pad Or some white powder on a tile I always tell myself it’s worth my while Because it’s you I see in my cuts and ridges And it’s you I see hanging when I look at bridges
I don’t think that I’ll ever stop scribbling at night Because something in my head was niggled at that time That I saw you Eyes wide open While I slept on the couch Keeping me company through the nights hours
And now it’s silence again For there’s no where to go But I’m sometimes so stuck in the memory of you It’s only a passing thought And soon it’ll be gone like your hair was But I think of you at night When my tears are falling.
how I miss you in the early morning, When I’m smoking a joint and constantly yawning And how we should be together But I’m here all alone Without our baby And without you or our home.