Weren't No Fun

The sick words that I uttered

On that day they weren’t my own

I can see the sad face of my mother

Or a child I’ll never know

And it goes

So the description called for something bigger than this

But its alright…you know I still don’t read recycled papers everyday

And it’s been awhile since I heard that voice or saw that face

But still I had to write some fucking words down anyway

And they go

Why don’t you wake up?

Why don’t you wake?

Is this your getaway?

There’s something I could say

Sadly go

So often

All of my days and nights now

Saving all my life for you

Carry on

And on and on

It’s all that I’ve got left to do

Penance paid while I’m done