Left on a freight train, in the middle of the rain, Brain intoxicated with chemical imbalances, feeling cold-hearted never ending romances, saying "why not take some slow-minded chances" Worried about this life she lives in while gnawing on her pearly white skin Sleeping for days, get out of the way wanting someone to participate in some fore-play maybe on some weekday "hip hip hooray" Drinking up some wine, give you half a ciggarette for that lucky, shiny dime askin' you "Do you have the time" Cryin', Weepin' on a shoulder stop making me age any older such a nervous, wrecked, unsophisticated loner Sitting in my mother's computer chair I really need to go outside and get a breath of fresh air still have plans for the future i haven't yet to prepare Think I will stop this poem, maybe i will take a nice, long run hope tomorrow i'll be more happy than ever so glum
