Have Focus

Make Plans

No Fear

Try Something

Something New

Go Somewhere

Move Around

Try Again.

Try my best to please all,
Burn outs make me a fool.
No appreciation just greed,
Only call when you need.

Sunset trips,
Half moon blips.
Fairweather friends,
Your family extends.

Open one more beer,
Sunday blues kick into gear.
Delay the onset of Monday,
This will all be over one day.

Good hate to all men,
Learnt nothing about Zen.
Scribble your thoughts down in haste,
Try and let nothing go to waste.

I itch and I scratch
I can never relax
I open the fridge door
Hungry for what, unsure.

I stare out the window
With nowhere to go
Put on a record and let it spin
Bet on a horse that will never win.

Drink coffee, beer and wine
Full up beyond feeling fine
Picking a scab clean
I start to daydream.

Nap on the couch with TV on
The light has faded and almost gone
Hold my guitar and pretend I can play
The many ways how I waste my day.

It's not funny but I just can't stand the pain,
Waking up alone it's all the same,
Leaving this world tomorrow,
I begged, stole, borrowed, sorrow....yeah.

Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning,
Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning.

I want to be drunk, so drunk,
I want to be free to know what's wrong,
I want to be free,
Not you ***** just me.

Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning,
Oh that's why I'm depressed,
Depressed like a Sunday morning.

What a tough day
Hoping tomorrow will be better
Squeeze the pillow tight
Try and forget your night.

You stopped washing your jeans
Read about it in a magazine
Adds character apparently
Creases, dirt and gallantry.

Always short of money
Bills never stop a coming
Try and turn a blind eye
But the end is nigh.

Monday to Friday passes
Taste of stale bourbon fades
Appetite starts to grow
Time to do it all again in woe.

Yet another year
Yet another stick
The disappointment grows
Thought and muscles slow.

It takes half a life
To realise where it's gone
Need to make a change
Before you're in chains.

Watching everyone else
Do they feel the same?
Content with everyday drawl
Onward we all crawl.

Tired of waiting around
For something that doesn't show
My blood turns cold
As I grow old.

You wreck yourself
Just for the pleasure
Nothing to moan about
And you feel down.

Picking your scabs
Pick your enemies
Something to complain,
Given sunshine or rain.

Wallow in your joy
Swallow in your pity
Got a new toy
A five minute ploy.

Nails and stigmata
It doesn't really matter
Reassuringly Depressed
To you it's just a minor misery.