Terrible Trio

I burned both ends of my candle It's been raining for a while, no promise of letting up I stumble off the pavement with reckless abandon for the weather This jaded match stick has served it's purpose. I enjoy the distant shouting I'm not a fault, I'm primarily a bullet Trained to kill off any hope of reaching final velocity And secondarily a death sentence. Where do I call home? Selfish, Spoilt and Lazy; the terrible trio Taking our drinks for granted but memories are left behind And we're all out of straws. Take me back 32 centuries This bathtub is filled over months Now years; a masterpiece of the highest caliber Part the red sea with sins. A panic, a scramble for land, Swimming in circles, I'm lost at sea These weights pull me down, I'm sinking further, It's strangely light outside.