Sep 2020
Stumbling into the weekend with your **** out
You’ve got a constant pain in your liver
And a daily pressure to deliver for the pervert lurking in the shadows
He’s strangely dressed for a man of his age
With a mouth invaded by pulsating ulcers
Longing to take you into the back of his van
He doesn’t even have to be lucky
Because you’ll allow it immediately, and who’d blame you?
Each word pure filth
Either side of the inaudible mumbling under his breath
If he were a “person of interest” to the police it wouldn’t be a surprise to me
All in the aid of living for a night you’ll soon forget
Is it worth the impending regret when you wake?
Fumbling about for an excuse the same way you make another costly mistake
Because if there’s one thing I do know
It’s that there’s nothing more constant than the changing of the seasons
And there’s evil in each and every one of us
It’s true because I read it on the internet
So even if you don’t believe it trust me one day you’ll see it
In time
Probably after you inhale that gram of coke on your nightstand
That’s if you wake up in your bed and not his
Although I understand temptation is a disease for the weak
In the hope it’ll bring temporary happiness in a world so bleak
Of 24/7 darkness and pure exhaustion
With seemingly nothing to live for
Your eyes tell a story of a desperation and a realisation
Life isn’t anything like you once naively dreamt it would be
But maybe your life hasn’t started yet
And all of this is just a sordid prequel to the triumphant sequel that is your happily ever after
Because I know
You still have childhood love letters you’re afraid to bin
Believing that they still mean something
Like you’re the same desirable person as you were back then
Scared to death if they disappear
You’ll have nothing to give you hope
And your sorry ending will become all too clear
Leaving you with no other option but to accept your predetermined fate of disaster
How sad it is,
That you think like that
How sad it is
That I know you’ll prove me right and that this might be the last time
But I’ve got nothing left to give to someone who doesn’t want to be saved
Now you’re on the brink of being dead again
And that’s the saddest thing of all
Because I think I could’ve been your medicine
You’ve got a constant pain in your liver
And a daily pressure to deliver for the pervert lurking in the shadows
He’s strangely dressed for a man of his age
With a mouth invaded by pulsating ulcers
Longing to take you into the back of his van
He doesn’t even have to be lucky
Because you’ll allow it immediately, and who’d blame you?
Each word pure filth
Either side of the inaudible mumbling under his breath
If he were a “person of interest” to the police it wouldn’t be a surprise to me
All in the aid of living for a night you’ll soon forget
Is it worth the impending regret when you wake?
Fumbling about for an excuse the same way you make another costly mistake
Because if there’s one thing I do know
It’s that there’s nothing more constant than the changing of the seasons
And there’s evil in each and every one of us
It’s true because I read it on the internet
So even if you don’t believe it trust me one day you’ll see it
In time
Probably after you inhale that gram of coke on your nightstand
That’s if you wake up in your bed and not his
Although I understand temptation is a disease for the weak
In the hope it’ll bring temporary happiness in a world so bleak
Of 24/7 darkness and pure exhaustion
With seemingly nothing to live for
Your eyes tell a story of a desperation and a realisation
Life isn’t anything like you once naively dreamt it would be
But maybe your life hasn’t started yet
And all of this is just a sordid prequel to the triumphant sequel that is your happily ever after
Because I know
You still have childhood love letters you’re afraid to bin
Believing that they still mean something
Like you’re the same desirable person as you were back then
Scared to death if they disappear
You’ll have nothing to give you hope
And your sorry ending will become all too clear
Leaving you with no other option but to accept your predetermined fate of disaster
How sad it is,
That you think like that
How sad it is
That I know you’ll prove me right and that this might be the last time
But I’ve got nothing left to give to someone who doesn’t want to be saved
Now you’re on the brink of being dead again
And that’s the saddest thing of all
Because I think I could’ve been your medicine
