The Walking Wounded

A bunch of children running the world

Runnin blind in the wild

Childlike

Cutting each other down

Running out of space

And she's taking off her clothes

One by one

She won't pick up the phone

Till its all gone

In the nighttime she's so clear

By day I run from fear

You’ll beg her to stay

But she'll never hear

She's out the door

See you next year

My friendsister or something

Started crying on the phone

I said nothing

Apathetic

Are we all forty- something the walking wounded 

war veterans of love

When she puts her makeup on

It's on

All the way home

She lives in a world of hate

She lives in a guilty space

Dying on The Floor

All the boys and girls know my game. 
Too many years it's been the same. 
I am alive and laughing then I'm heavy dying on the floor

Living in proximity
It's all the same to me
One day I'm too busy the next its blithering incoherent down on my knees

Stop playing these games with me
I'm quiet and gone away and dizzy
I've got this road map that's running on empty
I don't have time for your tomfoolery

I'm playing in the sand alone
Talking to myself again
And I'm quite happy let me go
I've gone quiet shut it down and I'm finally carefree

You're a bad ass, you're a sad ass, who cares?
I used to have time for this social malfeasance. 
You're omnipresence. 
You're On my present. 
But now I only have time for me.