Good Morning, 2010!
Starting a new poem has always been the hardest part for me
I'm sitting on my back porch, it's about half past 3
The first few hours of each new year keep meaning less and less
These are the first few hours in 3 months I took something off my chest
Everyone's asleep, it's as silent as it gets
But It'll still be hours before I'm able to find rest
It seems to get colder every single time I blink
But that's why I love winter, the cold, it helps me think
This is what I contemplate, sipping my vanilla chai:
We're just one step closer to the day we have to die
And my hands are fucking frozen, I should've gotten gloves
And of course I'm thinking about a little something we call love
My mind tells me I'm not meant for it, and now, my heart concurs
The last few months have been fun, distracted a bit by her
But I wasn't built for love, it wasn't part of my creation
I'm destined to a lifetime of infatuation and flirtation
That's why I need to go where I can see what shapes the Earth
I don't belong here with you all, being cursed since birth
I was never supposed to be grounded down with the rest of them
Because I will not find happiness in another person or a gem
So when love and money fails you, what the fuck is left?
A life of hate and bitterness and a, most likely, violent death
I wish I was allowed to forget and just get so fucked up
Because there is no more heart warming tea in my empty cup
But, I guess it would be safe to sneak in a little beer
Ha ha, here's a lonely toast to another empty year
And I wish all you motherfuckers nothing but the best
I just wish I could pick the times when I have to be depressed
Well, I love you Lady Winter! Hey, Jack Frost, I love ya man!
I guess this poem's for you, a complaint from freezing hands
So here's a final thought before I return to the rest of them
...It's insanely bright out here for fucking 5 A.M...
I'm sitting on my back porch, it's about half past 3
The first few hours of each new year keep meaning less and less
These are the first few hours in 3 months I took something off my chest
Everyone's asleep, it's as silent as it gets
But It'll still be hours before I'm able to find rest
It seems to get colder every single time I blink
But that's why I love winter, the cold, it helps me think
This is what I contemplate, sipping my vanilla chai:
We're just one step closer to the day we have to die
And my hands are fucking frozen, I should've gotten gloves
And of course I'm thinking about a little something we call love
My mind tells me I'm not meant for it, and now, my heart concurs
The last few months have been fun, distracted a bit by her
But I wasn't built for love, it wasn't part of my creation
I'm destined to a lifetime of infatuation and flirtation
That's why I need to go where I can see what shapes the Earth
I don't belong here with you all, being cursed since birth
I was never supposed to be grounded down with the rest of them
Because I will not find happiness in another person or a gem
So when love and money fails you, what the fuck is left?
A life of hate and bitterness and a, most likely, violent death
I wish I was allowed to forget and just get so fucked up
Because there is no more heart warming tea in my empty cup
But, I guess it would be safe to sneak in a little beer
Ha ha, here's a lonely toast to another empty year
And I wish all you motherfuckers nothing but the best
I just wish I could pick the times when I have to be depressed
Well, I love you Lady Winter! Hey, Jack Frost, I love ya man!
I guess this poem's for you, a complaint from freezing hands
So here's a final thought before I return to the rest of them
...It's insanely bright out here for fucking 5 A.M...