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Worse Than Cocaine
Sipping coffee in the afternoon
i didn't sleep at all last night
my nerves are worse than cocaine
I've got these bags under my eyes
I haven't showered in two days
I keep meaning to, I swear I do
but my bed keeps calling my name
and I'd thought I'd changed
I've got a feeling this ain't working
I spend too much time hurting
myself to make sure you're alright
I've got a splint on my finger
from a drunk game of who's stronger
just an honest accident that says so much
I will never be strong enough
for you and the way you do things
and never follow through with things
leaving me to sweep up all the mess
and figure out just what is left
I've got a feeling this ain't working
I spend too much time hurting
myself to make sure you're alright
I don't regret the things I've given
or the world we built and lived in
but I have to come first sometimes
Well honey I'm not a dancer
but I've learned a couple moves
and still I find I fall behind
I can't dance as fast as you
so I trip, I slip. and then I cry
I know you don't always know why
You're my best friend, but a dead end
that I'm staring in the eyes
sipping coffee in the afternoon
I didn't sleep at all last night
You are worse than cocaine
I've got a feeling this ain't working
I spend too much time hurting
myself to make sure you're alright
I don't regret the things I've given
or the world we built and lived in
but I have to come first sometimes
Nothings hurts me quite like this
to be wanting out of this mess
but I have to make sure I'm alright.
i didn't sleep at all last night
my nerves are worse than cocaine
I've got these bags under my eyes
I haven't showered in two days
I keep meaning to, I swear I do
but my bed keeps calling my name
and I'd thought I'd changed
I've got a feeling this ain't working
I spend too much time hurting
myself to make sure you're alright
I've got a splint on my finger
from a drunk game of who's stronger
just an honest accident that says so much
I will never be strong enough
for you and the way you do things
and never follow through with things
leaving me to sweep up all the mess
and figure out just what is left
I've got a feeling this ain't working
I spend too much time hurting
myself to make sure you're alright
I don't regret the things I've given
or the world we built and lived in
but I have to come first sometimes
Well honey I'm not a dancer
but I've learned a couple moves
and still I find I fall behind
I can't dance as fast as you
so I trip, I slip. and then I cry
I know you don't always know why
You're my best friend, but a dead end
that I'm staring in the eyes
sipping coffee in the afternoon
I didn't sleep at all last night
You are worse than cocaine
I've got a feeling this ain't working
I spend too much time hurting
myself to make sure you're alright
I don't regret the things I've given
or the world we built and lived in
but I have to come first sometimes
Nothings hurts me quite like this
to be wanting out of this mess
but I have to make sure I'm alright.
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