Wednesday 17 September 2008

Peace Nowhere

(I’m gong to be very angry tomorrow
It’s not going to change a thing
It’s just miserable
I don’t want to feel like this
I don’t want to admit I feel like this
But that’s the last straw
And I can’t deny it anymore)


Peace Nowhere


This is just one of those days
You want to stay in bed
With just your underwear on.
Your mom wants your room clean
You lock the door
And pull the covers closer.

This is just one of those days
You want to disappear into a hot bath
Until your fingers scald.
The sun is not hot enough
You wrap yourself tighter
Until your blankets stink.

This is just one of those days
When nothing tastes good.
The food’s crap
Chocolate’s not available
You starve,
And drink a lot of water instead.

This is just one of those days
You want to sit alone on the terrace.
Your friends call
You ‘Whatever!’ them
And move to a darker spot.

This is just one of those days
You want to listen to loud music
And head bang until it hurts.
Your brother’s run away
With the speakers
You yell out your own tunes.

This is just one of those days
You want a long fast ride
With the wind in your hair.
Your biker’s injured
You run a mile
And wish your bicycle wasn’t rust.

This is just one of those days
When being alone
Isn’t one of the greatest feelings.
You sing ‘Desperado’
Fantasize about the guy next door
And wish it would all just go away.

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