#henryrollins
I itch and I scratch
I can never relax
I open the fridge door
Hungry for what, unsure.
I stare out the window
With nowhere to go
Put on a record and let it spin
Bet on a horse that will never win.
Drink coffee, beer and wine
Full up beyond feeling fine
Picking a scab clean
I start to daydream.
Nap on the couch with TV on
The light has faded and almost gone
Hold my guitar and pretend I can play
The many ways how I waste my day.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC