Suicidal As Kings
I couldn’t tell you why I died
I couldn’t reason with your hurt
I know you’d like to know
Why I couldn’t further my efforts
Time tears ripples in us, you know
And nothing seems to last forever
So you might as well get over it
And the rain continues its descent
Here’s to the tyranny of we men
I’d kill myself on paper
With only revolvers left to spin
But only my sorrow leaks
From within the quivers of my pen
I can touch a little bit of Listerine
I can’t seem to get my hands on my liquor
Will someone tell me exactly what it’s about
Or will the weather wash away my doubt
I used to think I was unbreakable
Now I just want to sooth my sore throat
Why don’t you have another cigarette?
And all your fears you just may forget
Here’s to the tyranny of we men
I’d kill myself on paper
Evolving my thoughts to an end
But only my sorrow leaks
From within the quivers of my pen
I couldn’t move you
From the vaults of your worries
I tried but I couldn’t save you
We are but suicidal kings
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009
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