The Good Times Used to Kill Me - Gluecifer

In the long hot summer nights and the cold dark winter days

In the clear hours of the early morning and in the late night drunken

Haze

I keep on seeing things in the corner of my eye

Like this guy in an old baggy t-shirt, smiling like he grasped something

That is hidden to the rest of us, the way he will stand completely still

While people just walk on by

Girl on a bike probably on her way home.

Girl in a car talking on her

Phone.

Phone girl does not see bike girl and hits her.

Bike girl makes a

Sickening sound as she hits the street.

People scream.

I am on my

Way home

Sad man standing slack jawed in line for a potato.

Sifting thru his

Pockets coming up old bus tickets and grocery store receipts.

Droopy

Eyes and baggy black jeans It’s his first time in Oslo

Pretty boy on one of those cruiser bikes Keeps checking his bedhead

Hairdo in the storefront windows while he chats to a beautiful girl

Something about wine and Portugal

Wild man blocking the way of a businessman Doing a

Spasmodic dance and screams Take a dump in my head Take a dump

In my head Take a dump in my head

We all come home to empty beds, doesnt matter if anybody s there or

Not, we all come home to chock full heads doesnt matter what you do

Or what you got we all come home to the silent voice that keeps on

Talking, and we try to cancel it out.

But it keeps on going like a drone

The good times used to kill me, now I am good at killing time