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.