This goddamn alarm!
Makes you wanna hit your head on the wall.
This time, throwing the phone away actually felt better!
And then you open your eyes. You wake up.
It's a glamorous day. Sun's coming up!
Your head hurts.
Same shit, different weather.
You look at yourself -
This drooling piece-of-shit excuse you have for a face!
You brush your teeth in less than a minute.
You floss, and breath out onto your palm. Smells good!
You go take a shit, then a shower.
You drink a cup of coffee on the balcony,
And water the pot of flower.
Same shoes, polished leather.
You get yourself an overpriced sandwich from the restaurant.
Who cares? You get paid a shit load of money anyway!
You call a cab, tell the cabbie the destination.
And it starts. You think over your decisions.
You think about your needs, and your wants.
But you catch a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror,
And you forget everything else. "Fuck that", you think.
This new suit looks dashing on you.
Not you in it. But you like to be a real positive son-of-a-bitch.
Maybe you'll even impress someone this time.
Same bird, different feather.
You get to the office 10 minutes late.
The lift always slows down, when you need it not to.
The bell rings, reminding you to get off on this floor.
You walk with an air of confidence you didn't know you had!
The well-lit rooms are outshined by your fancy suit today.
You go to your desk, to find two dozens of files waiting.
Again?! Not again! But then -
You find the one girl you've ever liked walking towards you.
"She's gorgeous", you think again. "She's hot!"
She stops by your desk, and you almost lose your breath!
She hands you two more of those files, and something more.
And you don't say a word! Just like the past three years.
You open up the unfamiliar envelope.
An invitation, it seems. Feels good! Maybe her birthday!
And then you start reading.
It's her wedding. With the rich arrogant ass you call your boss.
The heart never felt so heavy before.
It is almost as if someone set a fire to its core.
You can't cry. You can't react at all. Everyone will see!
Well, you're the most conscious jerk off them all, aren't you?!
You go the washroom. You're not supposed to lock it.
But fuck it, and do it. And you decide.
And then, you bleed. You bleed your heart out.
You bleed your life out. You bleed, and you find peace.
Maybe bringing that in your pocket wasn't a bad idea after all!
The paper knife. The durable paper knife, that cuts really well.
The shit that held you down, you cut the tether.