Too Cool
I heard my name?
ringing in the
pool halls and
bath stalls of
juke joints long
gone and forgotten.
I suck
im so fat and ugle
I can't spell
but I do smell
of old cigars
and bathtub gin
I stick so bad
I embarrase my kin.
I give up. Are you glue?
it is glue that is me
I fear and loathe
whispers in the grove
The best days are gone
Days of blue melancholy dawn
Frighting beauty and fame
And a love, i cant recall her name
Blue, purple red pain
And a feeling i wont ever be the same
I cannot express the loss
I cannot express my loss
because then reality would hit
i feeling lone
I try so hard to muffle my moan
emptiness so dark and cold, before my time I'm growing old
If life could deal a better hand, life would become my promised land
The people pass and look right through me
my heavy heart they cannot see
this life tolls a heavy fee