Two Hours Later

Day has not yet broken through

And my day has barely begun

I'm 45 minutes early to work

So I'm listening to you sing

You heart is singing renaissance

A stir of echoes shakes the house

You fall asleep to a silent scream

And wake up in your own filth...

Two hours later

Your trophy shelves are broken

The dust and empty space weighed them down

They're broken down the centre

A little like yourself

And the pistol in your hand means absolutely nothing

You'll use the condom in your hand

On a girl you've never met

And wake up feeling sorry for yourself...

Two hours later