And as I’m sitting here wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do I am left with a bitter taste in my mouth. The taste of failure.
And beaches don’t mean shit. And pain is pain no matter where you are, and it will always hurt no matter how fast you try to run in front of it.
And I’ve been counting my red-cents that don’t make enough green papers. And I’m fucked.
And I have two things that I can sell. My ass and my gold.
And my gold means more to me than my ass does.
And so here goes nothing.
Because I knew this wasn’t meant to be.
Because I knew this was forced, and you can’t force what’s not meant to be.
Because all I have to offer this world is a piece of flesh.
Because I have no value.
Because this is what I am left with at the end of the day and it’s already tomorrow.
Because I’m done, stick a fork in me please… stick a fucking fork in me.