Tuesday Morning

A place that I live

In a town where all you own are the problems you have
You can lye forever still and no one will ask why
There’s no need to mature; no need to move on.
Just get comfortable, because you’ll be here a while
For you’ve been bred to this life and that’s all you have to do
Just lye here still and hope you get screwed.

Because being screwed is more than not being screwed.
And when your body screams to move and to feel anything around,
Your head will rush as you rise to your feet and thank your God for a ‘beautiful day’
Stumble to the nearest store and pay for your drugs with mommy’s money
And home, sweet home, there you go again.
Dye your hair, paint your nails, check the clock, then lye some more
You wouldn’t even know what more in life to ask for.