A Life of Excess

High dollar clothes with tons of gold, Putting on a look that’s daring and bold, A rock star’s life , a break I cant get, Why oh why am I not dead yet? My habits will forever make me last in the race, I powder my nose, beer the taste does chase, Dressing up this face, to myself I’m a threat, Why oh why am I not dead yet? Going out tonight with X as my date, Clubbing, dancing, tempting my fate, No service I get irate, the waitress’s attention I can’t get, Why oh why am I not dead yet? Driving drunk to a party around the block, Budding dime bags, pockets full of rock, That guy’s gun did cock, my life I often bet, Why oh why am I not dead yet? Staring wide-eyed at the colors on the wall, Tequila shots with beer in high ball, The grim reaper I call, my fate I set, Why oh why am I not dead yet? I woke up in a strange place, Someone’s in the shower, I don’t know the face, She left something in me that I can’t erase, From deep with in me, A voice fills the space. I’m not dead yet but today’s another day, If I don’t outlive my fun, my trespasses I will pay, I should start paying attention to the help I do borrow, If I don’t I might not get a chance to wake up tomorrow.