Drama imitating life (loyalty and drugs)  

The setting was so casual, we could have been
sitting around the kitchen table
discussing the weather
“Do whatever you want”, I said
“just leave Tammy out of it.”
I was too drunk to worry
about the punch that never came
for the early morning insolence
aimed at people that fucked me for less

Loyalty didn’t mean much in that room
of Linkin Park, ice coffee bongs and cask wine
where people got punched
for the way they looked at a girl
never mind the self-inflicted pain
we endured behind closed doors

Bar the windows and ram home the locks
there’ll be girls creeping around tonight
looking for a fight unjustified
mini-skirts and big boobs just another reason
we give each other black eyes
when the wine kicks in and there are no cars
on the street to steal

The setting was so casual, sitting on the couch
smoking a bong, watching life
like it was on a TV screen
American drama imitating the Australian ghetto  
where there’s someone screaming unjustified vendettas  
on speed, while someone else
is crying on the bathroom floor
hoping they don’t see their own blood tonight

And loyalty
it didn’t mean much to me
in the save-me, save-me days
of fuck-off-and-save-yourself
because even angels get tired of being saints
when the drugs are more reliable than your friends

© Indie Adams 2014