Half-past two, still dark out,
I can see the clouds move
amidst the screens of blackness above.
They appear only as thin veils to protect us,
and nothing more. I reach for my lighter
while several girls pass by,
bright, bubbly, laughing as they are
no doubt headed towards another party.
Another night out on the town, in good cheer,
something to remember down the road,
because once you get old, there’s no going back.
No laughing like you used to do.
I wish that I had called to those girls,
could’ve had them on all fours,
made them understand that I was the best
that they would ever find,
and there would be no other.
__________________ I'm so post-rock I shit sad birds
Let your messiah complex run wild? What is so terrible about it? These resentful fools can't stand someone who stands above the crowd, or tries to. They have to level you down.
