In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, September 30, 2016
I wake up each morning
I wake up every morning
look at my phone
so I can see nobody called
then I open up the email
to car insurance ads
and messages from nobody at all
it's a desperate situation
when bad luck calls your name
to use you as a palm
in its desperate little game
but no matter the ending
part of you remains
so they say
maybe I'll believe it anyway
maybe I won't
but if I don't
what do I believe instead?
that prayers are only words
overwrought and unheard
and never answered
and never answered?
I wake up each morning
look at my phone
so I can see nobody called
then I wobble to the bathroom
take a few hits
and try to forget it all
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