Ten Times Better

Daylight

Creeping through the curtains

Where did the night go

I’m not certain

Who the hell is snoring in my room

Confused

Can’t find the light switch

No clothes

Who is this blonde bitch?

I’ll just pray she doesn’t wake up soon

Long miles

Rolling back behind me

Bald tires

Working just to be free

Why can’t I just find a nine to five

Tired eyes

No way to mask it

Going

Nowhere but the casket

Often wonder how I stay alive

I’d give anything

To have a taste of home

An easy job

No more to roam

Pass out, wake up, do it all again

Why the hell would I complain?

Damn I’m good…almost insane

But I’d be ten times better if I had time for heroin…

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