Im not worried about money
nor am I concerned with fame
If I die young,Ill be the one to blame
I sometimes pretend this is all a game.
I want to write on the thames
nothing to eat but cigarettes
Im ready to recede
go back to the way I used to live.
Ive found out what makes me tick
its like a pin from a grenade
joe peschi with the pen
just a couple swipes at the neck...dead
jokers in my card deck
just shootin craps
pretending to be wack in the sunlight
just outta greed to keep these facades intact.
I dont even know what I think
more alprozolam then I need
desires to be alive
whatever that means.
I can see alot of things
but I cant look inside
I cant give up because then I cant eat
& thats the diffrence I see...what do you seek?