there to hold you
startled out of
bed at five in
the morning
with the notion
that all your
favorite songs
are just basically
the same damn
three chords
you want to run
naked out in the
rain hoping her
haunting eyes
will be there
to hold you
but one day
the fool inside
of you will learn
you never needed
anyone's approval
that your father's
love was never
there to begin
with
that true love is
just a myth only
the chosen ones
get to believe in
now flip over a
pillow and go see
if you can save the
world before the
sun comes up
the stench of life
open the window
and let the stench
of life escape
your father always
said you would
amount to nothing
nearly forty years
of trying to prove
that fucker wrong
has only brought
failure after failure
sometimes the
hardest thing a
man can do is
admit defeat
the other is asking
for help
light up a cigarette
and truly believe
that your stoic face
knows what to do
next
all these escapades
trying
to play
it cool
but
your
brown
skin has
my mind
racing
and
although
all these
escapades
end in
misery
temptation
has won
yet again
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