Dizzy.

John, do you remember the money we would scrape
to get the most we could?
I'll tell you now,
I haven't seen such sick desperation in quite some time.
But here I am.
And it was hard to say "I'll never drink M.D. 20/20 again"
knowing full well it's $2.99 for a 750.
Oh, how we stumbled!
Not enough for food,
but enough to keep our guts burning.

In our facedown months.
In our tired hearts.
In a loneliness that would have killed me if you weren't there.

John, you were just as bad an influence to me as I was to you.
We're still wrapped around the bowl, let's not get confused here.
But my college professor is working this thanksgiving
because he has "so much to catch up on."
It seems everyone we know is playing "catch up".

Meanwhile, I know Mad Dog is still $2.99 (INCLUDING TAX!)
Who is the sick bastard who did this to us?
They make Disneyland unaffordable and keep
MAD DOG AT $2.99!
It puts us right where they want us-
drunk and poor.
It's so expensive to be sober and happy
and so easy to stay drunk and poor.

What are we supposed to do?
How do we save enough to get out of this mess?

New

Broke as fuck,
but always managing to get my half for the rack.
Drunk, dumb, and distant-
stumbling towards sunset
and the things I've kept in my horizon.
It's easier to always want something than just get it.


Oh, I have dabbled in love (or was it just useless?)
but that killed the "hunt".
They give, but not enough.
Most get NERVOUS and lie.
She wanted "Truth" tattooed on her bottom lip
while I knew she had fake front teeth.
If that's not a metaphor, I don't know what is.
But I'm still skipping stones & class,
and both keep my mind off it all.
What I had and "lost" (YEAH RIGHT!)
I gained more in my "loss" than most gain
staying tongue-tied to some toothless liar.
But I actually feel sorry for the new guy.
No hard feelings?
Man, your girl calls drunk,
tries to assemble the patchwork,
fails,
and has the nerve to crawl back into your bed.

Back to the jungle.
I was born hungry and I'm still starving.