Day Five or Day Six
When you ache in yr bones
And you stare at yr phone
As you sit all alone
All you can do is grumble and moan
So you dial the digits
Doped up with hope,
Around yr neck you feel tightening the rope,
And he doesn’t answer, so you sit back and mope,
You call up the others, and they all say nope,
So you look all around your ways you can cope.
And you know that yr slippin’ a slippery slope
Down a mountain so big that you can’t see it’s scope.
And your knuckles turn white as you reach for the rope,
Nobody can save you, not even the pope,
You climb you climb to the tightest tightrope
And all of the sudden you remember yr horoscope,
That said all of it’s a test.
And you realize this misery is better then death,
And you’ll remember it all when you take that last breath,
And you find comfort in pain ‘cause it’s all the same,
The love that you want is always a shame,
You start to regret the monster became
You hope it’s not another head game,
And you can’t help but smell hellfire and flame,
Let there be light, you hear someone exclaim,
And the universe suddenly comes into frame,
And even though you feel like yr the only one you can blame,
You aren’t alone.
So I’ll call this day five or maybe day six,
You must be alive to feel all the kicks
And you hope you survive your Freudian tricks,
And you hope you thrive instead of quick fix,
And you hope yr revived when you pick up your sticks.
Even if all this jive is just tricks,
You’ll figure out
When you hit
the river Styx..
When you ache in yr bones
And you stare at yr phone
As you sit all alone
All you can do is grumble and moan
So you dial the digits
Doped up with hope,
Around yr neck you feel tightening the rope,
And he doesn’t answer, so you sit back and mope,
You call up the others, and they all say nope,
So you look all around your ways you can cope.
And you know that yr slippin’ a slippery slope
Down a mountain so big that you can’t see it’s scope.
And your knuckles turn white as you reach for the rope,
Nobody can save you, not even the pope,
You climb you climb to the tightest tightrope
And all of the sudden you remember yr horoscope,
That said all of it’s a test.
And you realize this misery is better then death,
And you’ll remember it all when you take that last breath,
And you find comfort in pain ‘cause it’s all the same,
The love that you want is always a shame,
You start to regret the monster became
You hope it’s not another head game,
And you can’t help but smell hellfire and flame,
Let there be light, you hear someone exclaim,
And the universe suddenly comes into frame,
And even though you feel like yr the only one you can blame,
You aren’t alone.
So I’ll call this day five or maybe day six,
You must be alive to feel all the kicks
And you hope you survive your Freudian tricks,
And you hope you thrive instead of quick fix,
And you hope yr revived when you pick up your sticks.
Even if all this jive is just tricks,
You’ll figure out
When you hit
the river Styx..
