Down to his last cigarette
and a phone he doesn't answer anymore
empty bottles filled with regret
as daylight scrapes across the hardwood
another line, another cavity
one day he told me man it gets so
bright in here after all these
nights that I can barely even see
and he is running and going nowhere
how can it go on like this?
feeling spent and lifeless
wishes he could just figure it out
and he would but he just don't know
collar feels to tight
it never fails, it's clockwork
it happens every night.