Two A.M.

Phone dead and silent
wishing I was dreaming
of Victorian house populated
with people I don't know
yet

Stinking of anger
and confusion
things better left unsaid
looking at surface bruises
but feeling a hurt that
hides from naked eye

Shit man
you brought this on
yourself
did you think this
would be easy
carefree and sunny
breaking hearts
bad karma
and you already had plenty
of it to spare

now I sit here
wondering if my mind
will ever stop spinning
if teetering on this edge
may really lead to a big fall

2 A.M. and sleep
seems further from me
then I have ever known
it to be

Love seems hollow
and empty
Days seem dry
and tasteless

And flying seems
effortless and eternal