LYRIC FOR SALE

By Justin Coonan

It’s about half past twelve, and
I ain’t seeing clear
The hounds are coming up the west side
Filling my soul with fear
Been stumbling and mumbling
Far too much as of late
Questioning my own existence
Without ever knowing my fate
A wise man once said
Keep your head on your own, because
This life ain’t worth living
If you’re doin’ it alone

Now my father was a builder, but
Those genes didn’t catch
I just fall from bar to bar
Waving to friends I think I have left
I steady myself for the taking
Wishing my own mind never slept
Ain’t never wanted to be a burden
Still feel the shame beneath my chest

Now I’ve told you once before
I’ll even say it once again
The life I was always chasin’
Was doused in guilt and sin
I don’t want that for you ever
Long as time can still pass by
A life truly ain’t worth living
When you got every reason to die

I fall asleep when you wake up
Confused about what hour is even near
I never fold my laundry
Need my time for whiskey and beer
I know I may look empty
I’ll always assure you that it’s true
Living a life beneath the ruins
Of what is acceptable to you
My end may be tomorrow
Hell, I may manifest it myself
Just pour one in my honor
Next time you take the whiskey off the shelf

Now I’ve told you once before
I’ll even say it once again
The life I was always chasin’
Was always doused in guilt and sin
I don’t want that for you ever
Long as time can still pass by
A life truly ain’t worth living
When you got every reason to die