Friday, 15 February 2013

The Song of a Place not called Home.

As I leave this godforsaken place
All I want to see is your familiar face.
The sadness sinks into my very bones
As I grow to hate the place I once called home.
My blood flowed thick with liquor
Mistakes, uneasy, slowly flicker
In the light of a stolen cigarette
And a swiftly growing sense of regret.
I've spent what I don't have
To forget how broke I am
And though I tried, what I gave
What just as little as the man.
I've disappeared and let you down
So I could cling to a dying town.
And friendships built on stone cold stares
And slightly dirty silverwear.
Why did I think I could come back here?
To everyone else it was blindingly clear.
We haven't stopped judging you and we never will
So go home to your sinners and take your pill.
My every particle knows I've done nothing wrong
So I'll smile and dance to your sickening beat.
But the optimism doesn't last very long.
And I don't know why I'm surprised by defeat.

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