The world was supposed to end at six o'clock today It reminds me of that Peggy Lee song Is that all there is
I can't make it out of bed I don't want to leave this room I want to listen to Tom Waits and drink Yes, I'm a terrible drunk
I was supposed to go to work today but changed my mind It happens often I'm getting tired of myself My phone keeps ringing I can't talk now, busy at work But I think they know I'm really home
I think they know that I'm slowly losing it all again I feel that emptiness, that feel That creeps back every now and then It's ******* me in
I watch the people at the bus stop 14th st. and Ave C. Old black man walks up to me grinning and says "hey, you got it made" I think to myself he must be ******* with me I become paranoid and can't wait for the bus to come On 14th Street and Ave C
I still don't know what he meant All day I will keep thinking "you got it made" It will make me smile I will smile because I must have looked insane standing there I will smile because he really might have thought I had it made
I guess that will keep me going I will laugh at myself Just for today Something always does
I will confess this to a friend and she will confirm that It's true I have lost my mind once again I will hang up the phone and smile