Tonight

Desperate souls
Eat and sleep and mourn the passing of the day
And the greater aim, outside our little brains
Riddled with popcorn and buzzing on the bleary screen
That tells us the very time of day, and shows us the way out this hole
For tonight
But the numbness gently screams at you, telling you something’s not right
But then that’s the way it always was
And we know it will stay that way, crawling and grasping a juvenile rope out of this hole
Will not get us out this hole
Not tonight
Still I’m screaming in silence
Lost in the middle of the floor, arms and eyes delirious and seeing you
And I realise that there are other places I could be right now
And others I could be with
For tonight
My head is a mess, like the floor under my new leather shoes
Which will be shod and barren when the paper arrives again
And I will feel that it is all worthless, a smile drawn in the sand
That will be washed away with the moonshined tide, and will not last, no,
Not tonight
So I crawl into myself, my eyes hard and cold and still searching
For that beacon amongst the leaden strobes
That deadwood washed upon my shore
Which I can call but beautiful, but no
Not tonight
For yet again I will fall into grateful unconsciousness
A harsh reprise against this molten, bitter day
That has washed right over me in noise and colour
With the pallid thought that we are
For tonight
Desperate souls.