living on the low side

I feel more comfortable around drunks
junkies and prostitutes
strippers and thieves

I’m more comfortable in that world
than I’d have you believe

we’re all broken and busted
from the games life likes to play
we’re not keeping it real
not trying to pretend we’re something we’re not

everyone’s a liar, even me, my love
as I bed down with a name I can’t remember
a face I’ll soon forget

“where were you last night?”
what does it matter
I was anywhere but here
with anyone but you
reminding me that I could be more
than this

someone lit a joint and we all got squiffy
hid the cask under a jacket
as we got wasted in the park
and laughed at the people in their warm houses
sipping tea with their pinky out
acting like they’re better than those of us
that have found ourselves on the street

we come from good homes
we come from broken hovels
we’re broke and we’re loaded
and we’re all chasing an unrealistic high

no one cares how beautiful you are
in the darkness of faraway stars
we all look the same in the cask wine haze

you make me want to be better, my love
more than a girl that used to sell her body for drugs
and a couple of sips of poison

you remind me there is more to life
though I don’t always want that revelation
when my comfort  zone dictates
a life lived at the bottom of society
not here with you working a nine-to-five
pay cheque to pay cheque
like it’ll get me somewhere
more homely than hell

- Eve -