Crash And you're awake Fighting with eyelids Losing tick tick tick you're running out of time half an arm in your sleeve and one shoe missing girlfriend this is modern life the right to run yourself absolutely ragged was earned for you by other better women so run faster run faster runfaster and make sure your nails are as immaculate as your work/life balance
trickle trickle down the centre of your back fully paid-up member of the local leisure centre sculpting that body for everyone else's sake see the angel in the marble and sweat until you set it free you're a modern-day Michaelangelo take out your chisel and get back to work
tease those eyelids open oh god crash crash crashcrashcrash heartbeat elevating along with your blood pressure have you forgotten.. no its ok thank god heart slows with a family to support and a mortgage to pay you can't afford to forget anything and you can't afford the sleep it requires to sharpen that memory you're paying in minutes and you need more than you can get
remember if you can't touch it it ain't worth nothing glass coffee tables with object d'art languishing beneath that's what life is all about fill your place with minimalist furniture have a feature wall in every room be edgy and creative monochrome not florals darling seriously consider an extension and a yacht install a corner jacuzzi in magenta temptress that you'll never use shout at the children for spilling on the cream wool carpet invite friends over to drink Merlot with you
carbon footprint aside work is an hour away so at the end of every day get in your car and hurtle towards home weaving between cars and lorries and motorbikes autopilot thinking of emails writing emails receiving emails gottapickupthekidsandsortoutthe.. then you realise with your chest bangbangbanging that your eyelids gave up just momentarily as a lorry pulled out driven by a 44-year-old who will later much later joke weakly women drivers over his pint of Carlsberg and in two seconds flat you're going to crash.
you met a girl who cried raindrops, tasted of champagne and regret but oh did she love so hard i never got a chance to feel how soft she could be i was too busy drinking in her mahogany eyes and lightly tanned skin-- by the gallon, gulping trying to get air in between sips like an aged merlot she was timelessly magnificent. i swear to you she had the sun within her, could shine so bright but a single cloud could wash it all away, dim her, shroud her in stringy clouds of despair i swear i would've done anything to burn away those clouds. -a.c.b
last night was spent with my five friends; my five best friends in the whole wide world. their names are Cabernet, Pinot, Merlot, Bordeaux and Shiraz.
they are always there when I need them; they relax me and soothe me. they help me through my problems, dull my pain, and help me sleep at night.
they will never ignore me, avoid me, desert me, deceive me, lie to me or steal from me.
we were all together late last night, my five friends and I. when we started the night, they were full of body and color. before I knew it, four of my five friends were gone. the only one left was Merlot.
it was late and I was tired. they’re good at that, my five friends. they’re good at making me feel tired and sleepy. they’re good at playing tricks on me too.