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Losing It Once Again
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
Want to listen to Tom Waits
and drink
Yes,I'm a terrible drunk
See, 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 sucking me in
I watch the people on the bus
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 fucking with me
I become paranoid and can't wait for the bus to come
On 14th Street and Ave D.
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
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
Want to listen to Tom Waits
and drink
Yes,I'm a terrible drunk
See, 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 sucking me in
I watch the people on the bus
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 fucking with me
I become paranoid and can't wait for the bus to come
On 14th Street and Ave D.
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
Published 24th May 2011
| Edited 5th Aug 2012
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"I still don't know what he meant
All day I will keep thinking "you got it made"
It will make me smile"
such a "real" poem, i mean, for me it is.
(adding it to my reading list)
All day I will keep thinking "you got it made"
It will make me smile"
such a "real" poem, i mean, for me it is.
(adding it to my reading list)
12th Jun 2011 11:47am
there's no bullshit with your words. you write truth. so glad i found your work. please keep writing. i am excitedto read more. thank you
