Still Hearing About It

Stuck in your prime in your mind.

Whiskey and Coke every night.

Drown out the clock as it’s ticking.

Forget the time for a decade.

“You should’ve seen me before, in my day.”

Feel like I’m seeing it now, again

And again, and it’s boring.

Repeat the same 7 stories.

If I left this chair for 5 more years

And came back older, you’d be here

And I’d have lived your life time

50 times more than you’ll ever hope to.

You haven’t changed the subject since we first met.

You claim you stopped giving a shit.

I couldn’t get a word in

Between your bitching and moaning.

Does it get hard or exhausting

To pile on the weight that you carry?

I called you out for it once, and you

Called me the narcissist

For changing subjects for 5 minutes.

Are you seriously that pissed?

It’s the same old place. The same old drink.

The same old you. A brand new me.

Do you get tired listening

To yourself like I do?

You haven’t changed the subject since we first met.

You claim you stopped giving a shit.

Then why am I still hearing about it?

You’re like an anchor trying to take the ship down with it.

You claim you stopped giving a shit.

Then why am I still hearing about it?

It’s the same complaints. The same regrets.

The same quick means to same quick ends.

The same old piss and vinegar.

The same old pessimist.

You haven’t changed the subject since we first met.

You claim you stopped giving a shit.

Then why am I still hearing about it?

You’re like an anchor trying to take the ship down with it.

You claim you stopped giving a shit.

Then why am I still hearing about it?

(It’s the same old place. The same old drink.

The same old you. A brand new me.

Do you ever get tired of this?

The same complaints. The same regrets.

The same quick means to same quick ends.

The same old piss and vinegar.)

You haven’t changed at all since when we first met,

I’ve truly stopped giving a shit.

I hope you grow, although I doubt it.