Ally III

Oh man if only you could should see her now
With that smug ass look painted onto her face
Complete with her new limited edition man in tow
Oh wow how she fucking loves it

But if you could just spare one thought
In that tight schedule of yours
For all the late nights
And all the things I’ve done for you

Now don’t get me wrong, I never in a million years
Want to see you alone, being made to suffer
As you watch the gaggle of ladies during feeding time;
Mistreat their carers like unwanted dogs in a kennel

But I’ve seen these things happen so many times before
These boys that can’t handle the constant requests
They tell you they want a girlfriend not a service user
Then they leave you to wilt as they jump into their cruiser

I’m not trying to rationalize jealousy
At least i’m sure of that this time
I just don’t want to see you suffer
We’re all just worried about you bubba!

Well then! Fuck you, you little flid-y slut
I wish for you, to truly suffer!

Decades Of Silence

Screens bring us closer together
But i can still feel our distance
A 10 step western shootout
A Knights jousting ground
Cables bring us closer then before
But it feels like your never here
A snipers war torn showdown
A battle like none before

I want it to be you
To be the one who tries to save us,
But like they say
Never send a woman to do a man’s job

All i want to do right now is to say hello
But under oath to myself i must now vow
To decades upon decades of silence
All in the name of evidence
If i was the one hurting this time
Would you turn around and voluntarily brake
These decades and decades of silence
All for your devotion to me

I want it to be you
To be the one who tries to save us,
But like they say
Never send a woman to do a man’s job

The number of times I’ve played the part
Of pitching this love to the one who should want it most
I’m starting to lose my memory
Of you ever fighting for our connection
If i’m left out fighting all the good fight
Who’s left keeping the romance alight?
Without devotion it’ll burn out in seconds
While your pride burns the brightest

Where’s your pride when your alone in bed?
What good are the points if your sat at home
Refreshing the home page for a tact of social contact
Where’s your pride now?
Does it’s light keep you sane?
In these fucking cold decades of silence?

I want it to be you
To be the one who tries to save us,
But if i left it up to you
You wouldn’t do a damn thing
But like they say
Never send a woman to do a man’s job

If i didn’t i’d be stuck
In decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and deadces and deacades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and deadces and deacades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and decades and deadces and deacades and decades of silence

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?