After another 10 hour day, excluding transit
I find myself 2 marijuana puff puff passes
Past the record spinning, and the words of Stevie and Lindsay
Speak past the first brain and well into the second one,
Causing my unconsciousness to sweat and wilt to the sounds of love and tragedy
Another days' end come to a close, as I wind down with a couple PBRs, The sound of the 70's,
And the soon romantic encounter with sleep

The day is,

Waiting for tomorrow

I am feeling more and more hopeless; the things I work for seem to be slipping,
I cannot remember the last time I was stress free, or smiled without force
Baking and braising seem to have become some of the only words I can muster
Whipping and traying are the only things I can get too
I have forgotten what it is like to achieve a dream: dreamt


At least I still have the power of solace, and the memory of time
The death of my childhood, and the birth of responsibility
I have become something my mother is proud of, and my father disowned
Empty spaces within the fridge magnets of lands afar,
The farther away, the closer to home,
Its slipping, life, loss, lust, its falling

Nothing to show for the things have done,
Killing myself and a hold over my lungs
I stopped eating when it slows me down
Shut my eyes, the doors are closed

The thought of romance
The glimpse of candlelight
The promise of lovely regret
And a flicker of hope
Though the shadow of heartache
Punctures through the ideals of love
The feelings linger as they did
That summer night, smoking bongs
And getting high,
The future solitude provides me
With the everlasting you

I prefer to watch the world
From my perched position on the beach
With my sweater and a woolen hat
Watch the world float on by,
Depression isn't a cop out, not trying to be a recluse
Just some days I don't want to leave my room
Not playing hookey from life
Sometimes I just don't want life
Just give up for weeks on end
Safe, locked tight underneath the covers
Under endless hours of reality
Sometimes I just want to be okay
Sometimes crying myself to sleep is all I know
Ill regret the times wasted dreaming endless sleep
But dreams are dreams and could you,
Dream one for me?

The waves on the beach
Crash against the shore
The crows eating my left overs
The wind blowing my hair
And the mountains painted in the Irish sky
Off season, a desolate peace
No fog on the horizon
Only sand beneath me
The hilltop houses
The little shrubs along the grass
And the shore meeting the waves
With a gentle crash

Time makes fools of us all
Leaving us with our head in our hands
Left the important things to the very last
& they keep moving on with or without us
Taking the names in the sand with it
It just keeps moving on
Spinning around our fears and following the sun
Regretting the things that were left in silence
Hoping the puzzle pieces would just happen
Time will never slow down to meet your needs
We just hope  that one day, we will be able,
Be able to catch up
Make the days blend into one
And our dreams of us could become
Once upon a time

Is it just the clothes that you are under?
Or is it your lack of posture and lack of personal portrayal
That weighs you down,  
The judging glances, and the marks your leggings make on your thighs
Its no wonder you are drinking your self to sleep,
Stuck in a rut, that no one sees you’re in
Just counting the cans and emptying the ashtrays
As your liver shrivels up and your lungs turn into charcoal
Spending your days in a lightless basement suite
Listening to British gentlemen, safe and tucked away,
From all the horrors of this crazed world of life and lust
All the sins I have committed leave me stained
With redden lips and a headache,
This glass of liquid ***** my memory and me