Ugly Year

Oh ambition, I'm drowning in it all and all these Messes that I choose to keep within these walls are Growing still, Cross my heart and hope to die I'm not as sorry as before I really Want to be, An optimist but emptiness is waiting here and blowing kisses, Won't you please, Give me your money money I need all that you can give me give me Anything, I'll do as I am told and Stick to growing up and growing older, Terrified, of smoke and mirrors and my heroes Tragedy is growing nearer and I'm sure most probably it's Gonna be an ugly year an ugly year, I've seen it with my eyes and ears and I'm stuck here in All this dreary fog kiss me of course you would, my dear. Thought I saw you out in the city But you look so much like the rest, I give you love you give me pity, But at least I have flown the nest I thought you'd take the last train home, Or stay here to tease me, The best I have is struggling to stay young, It seemed so much brighter then.