Tag: nothing

Genuinely Nothing

I’m looking like a Topshop still
With the aid of the tail end of the latest hurricane
Trying to beat the rain
In our little wager; a race to the latest cafe
Winters in full swing, and a hot chocy’s calling me
I accept a valiant 2nd place, as I open the door
As come face first into a toasty wall
As I wring out the mop ontop of my head
Typically hours early for BSL class
Might aswell try and pop out some verses

I bump into a family friend
A friendly little reminder of my progress
“Got some gigs, no job, feeling allright I guess”
I reflect after on the answers given
Yeah I guess things are agonisingly allright
In between a crash and the next spike
The culprit for the last one was me girl
Finding a tastier tongue down south
It’s been way too long hence to use that excuse
I dunno how to get up on my own two feet
I guess a good brew in my bellies a start
Get home, have some ice cream
Check the profile for replies, but probably none
In a novel they’ll skip days like these
Neither a dying victim
Neither a lustful symbol
Neither a glamorous Icon
Just another day of not knowing what to do

We ain’t nothin’ about nothin’

A buzz to click you back into conciseness
The bigwig is calling for your appearance
A bead of sweat travels down the skull
You reluctantly agree to be grilled for the day

You rearrange the paper cooler cups by size
To postpone the transaction of self esteem
He heaves his heavy body up from the chair
And starts to head to the throne room

He gives it his best, and it still wasn’t up to spec
When has it ever been too their spec?
The spec is a speck to you now

You’re a zero, nothing more than a zero
You were born from zero and their you stayed
And if you forget they’ll be too quick to remind you

A bus ride back to the lady’s apartment
Lagging by an hour, with the stench off commoner
You knew from the start this visit was business
She gotten sick of your face, and your excuses for being late

Greeted by her screams of fictitious events
What can you say? When words seem useless
A sigh of disappoint will have to suffice
The love as gone back to that familiar zero

He gives it his best, and it still wasn’t up to spec
When has it ever been too her spec?
The spec is a speck to you now

You’re a zero, nothing more than a zero
You were born from zero and their you stayed
And if you forget she’ll be too quick to remind you

Walking back carrying months of your life on your back
Rainy night, the sky just oozes with delight
When all seems lost to you now, a pleasant sight
Your mate stuck in the gutter with a bottle of gin in one hand

Patrolling about the town, as he leads you to the heard
Telling the exaggerating tales of a Wednesday evening
A pat on the back, a charity shot of vodka
And suddenly the comfort zone has returned, he says:

‘I gave it my best, and it still wasn’t up to spec
When has it ever been too the spec?
The spec is a speck to me now

But now my best goes into these friends of mine
And the results are a guarantee’

But we’re all zeros here and nothing more
We was all born from zero and their we shall remain
We don’t need reminding we’re all in the same boat

What better way to spend a Wednesday evening?