Three Day Night
One morn, after a three day night,
I'm laid out non the floor,
I think I hear a knocking,
but I just can't reach the door.
It's not that I don't feel good,
I just can't feel anymore.
There's that knocking once again
get the Hell 'way from my door.
Now I hear the phone ring,
four times, and then the message,
I listen to my own voice,
that's such a funny thing.
The caller is my boss,
He's yacking on the line,
wondering why I'm not at work,
says this is the last time.
One morn, after a three day night,
I'm laid out on the floor,
it's not that I don't feel good,
I just can't feel anymore.
"Last night" was such a blast you know,
I'll never do that again,
that is what I say each time,
but the drug's my only friend.
keeps me company all through the nights,
helps me make it through the days,
we've never had a single fight,
I love her, count the ways.
Whether it's a pill, a pipe, a needle,
it doesn't matter anymore,
as long as I don't have to feel,
I'll even drink it if you pour.
One day, after a three day night,
I lay dead on the floor,
it's not that I don't feel good,
I just can't fee anymore.l
Copyright © Richard Michael | Year Posted 2015
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