i made a vow, broken now
no cigarettes no more.
drama drama always drama
with her, my sister, can't wait to leave
so i can be alone
i find that i just want to be on my own
doing nothing sitting lying
drinking in a noisy bar
does my fucking head in
smiling laughing game-face bro
a man dancing without a shirt
a girl dancing where's her skrirt
another drink, what do you want
what a question, what a taunt
i bring this upon myself
keeping my thoughts hidden with such stealth
i should be proud
keeping myself invisible in the crowd
except of course in drunken stumble
except of course in drunken fumble
for money, or something, or yeah
steps are hard to handle
shit i'm not nearly pissed enough to cope
with this, with this role-playing game i play
and when i get home i always pray
that things will, somehow, be different
does not happen
and this poem of sorts could go on
and on