I fear this life
will produce only an ugly chain
of miseries and attempted suicides.
Remember back in those days
of our silly sandbox wars?
I pictured you by my side.
I was supposed to get that girl.
You know, the one that gets me.
Sitting naked, a target for idle chatter,
I want to say bye and set this Hellion free!
So many songs I haven’t sung,
singing to myself as loud as I can,
at the beach drunk in a daytime stupor.
So many girls pushed me away,
crucifying me to a life unkind;
now see me stand for nothing more.
All I wanted was to see you,
so far away in a desert playground
exposing your flesh to me, privately.
Planting a seed in an unworthy man
proves to be of easy conquest,
chancing fate through mistakes and me.
Can you remember when I’m gone
how my words sounded and how you had shone
an interest in someone who couldn’t reach his muse?
In more ways than one,
this tired soul will die cold and alone!