Drank it up slowly

As I looked at the only 

People in the room.

“It's ok to admit that

You have been laughed at,”

Said Mr. Deacon Blues.



Then some broken fool laughed

And hi-fived the bar back,

“I'll have another round.”

Raised it up to the ceiling, said

“This one with feeling.

What's the matter with this town.”



If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.



Kick snare and hi-hat,

Crushed cigarette pack,

2 is coming soon.

Kids on a wall plaque,

“AYSO Champs, Summer 1992.”



“Good hands don't deserve this.”

“Maybe someday you'll learn kid that

Silence is a sound.”

Raise it up to the ceiling,

“Make this one with feeling.”

We'll drink until we drown…



Turning on and off and on.