here but not quite there
so many scars but no more tears
numb and sober, sunken dry
pushed to the limit, no more tears to cry
Al, last name Most
almost there but not quite
a victory but no toast
a party with no host
Accolades but invisible, so you're unable to boast
Al, when you could've kissed her, Most
Al, you should've had sex with multiple women in your prime, Most
Al, you were supposed to be a six year old music prodigy, Most
Al, you could've been the greatest, Most
All the wonder you gingerly embrace
For disappointment is a truth you have to face
the woulda's, shoulda's, coulda's
Regrets that breed sorrow
so you live in the past, with no tomorrow
Al, should've been an A-Student, Most
Al, should've saved a love, Most
Al, could've been rich, Most
Al, I could've stretched my talents, most
Al, I could've been kinder and more giving, Most
And all the early cummers disgust the filth out of you
The self-hate is the only consistent emotion that sees you through
Success is the master of your enslavement
And the fear deep inside is that you never looked long enough in the mirror
but then you're too dead to know about reflection
But then you're too dead to know about sunshine
Weakness is all that is sublime
So you preach words of under-achievement
and your wits are an under-statement
Only there's no cheque to cash your misguided wisdom
and your name is Al Most.
Occupation: Nothing Happening
Residence: Nowhere near there
ID No: 0
Al Most doesn't count.