So.. what now?
Ain't got time for this piece of paper
No more time to waste with a pencil
Maybe I'll note my failures later
Ink my sadness with a blue stencil
My bed feels comfy, but distant
Like me sitting alone on it, is wrong
It's lost it's edge it's outward glint
My friend's aren't here it's been too long
So I wander to the wardrobe door
Pull it open and search for identity
My eyes view the top to the floor
The contents.. just clothes are more than plenty
I open the window and breath in air
It's cold and refreshing, all around
I grab my shoes and head out to share
My energy into, the pavement I'll pound
I start a jog down the street, faster still
Round the corners, I chase my boredom
My muscles work, i've lost the chill
I'll be alright.
I'll be happy.
I'll show 'em.