Lost

 

It's all you've got,
even as it starts to rain  
with finger lights, 'cause

life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
while in pain, one by one,
slowly the songs are sung.

Harmonizing
with a lost chord in between
the rain that falls, 'cause

life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
drumming in your head; the thunder
that never comes.

Wearing one shoe,
don't know where your sock has gone  
in a motel room—

life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
running out of matches, and damp
rising from the floor.

Sleep arrives when
you're sitting, staring into
nothingness of blue—

life is a lonely night of cigarettes,
sensory deprived. and living
short of dying.