im a fuckin maniac
swear i must be smoking crack
my eyes are red but my heart is black
im past the point of ever turning back
my tongue is wagging and my legs are weak
i can see the future and it is bleek
im a loner on a losing streak
im a half dead bird with a busted beak
god was here but now hes gone
i dont know when he left but its been so long
all he left me was a song
i sing it all day but i get the lyrics wrong
living in the gutter or sleeping in a car
spending all my hours at a neighborbood hood bar
i feel ive run forever but i havent got too far
its a dark and stormy night and im shooting like a star
living like a dog
howling at the moon
freezing in December
sweating all of june
life is short but there is plenty of pain
you get rubbed the wrong way when you go against the grain
scuttling like roaches under the towers and the cranes
well be displaced its such a waste we are all living in vein
but ive got a notebook
and ive course ive got a pen
and in my years of confusion i have moments of zen
when i know that the begining comes only at the end
and if you want to stay alive
youve got to be your own best friend
so i write my self a poem
i say Ben youll be ok
Ill know i’ll always have a home
its where I choose to stay
I’ll never be alone
I’ll be with me everday
I’ll be right by my own side
till my bones are old and grey