Waste Me to Pieces

How do you stand up straight in your shoes
when your fucking shoes don’t fit you?

How do you breathe so comfortably
when the tie around your neck is a noose?

I almost didn’t make it.
I almost didn’t last.
The voices in my sleepyhead
sometimes they speak too fast.

How do you talk the talk you talk, the talk you talk is all just talk now.
How do you do the things you do, the things you do you shouldn’t do now.

Yeah, that’s it man.
Close your eyes and you’ll go right through me;
you never see me.
Go straight ahead, man – walk into me.

Waste me to pieces

How do you try to impress when you’re just all dress, when you’re so messed up – sick.
How do you get away with it, man? What’s your trick, man? What’s your gimmick?

Yeah, it’s easy to complain
…but you do nothing about it.
Bite your tongue until you bite it off,
[you] still do nothing about it.

I am…
…putting wires into places where wires don’t belong.
I am…
…getting stuck on words again of that same old stupid song.

It’s automatic like the air I shouldn’t be choking on…

Waste me to pieces

I almost didn’t make it.
I almost didn’t last.
The world I try so hard to hold on to
sometimes it spins too fast.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   27 November, 2008  

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