Shadows

So you say your fallin to pieces now uoir wife bas left you and she tok away the couch. Say that the drink is all that you're needing now. Half a can of tennants in the fridge. You havent shaved for a week or changed your clothes. What youve spent has taught you nothins free. And ai cant bear to listen to excuses, from the shadow where a mans supposed to be. You were suits to church on sunday mornings. Even though you dont believe. Loosing faith in all that your needing now. Leave it as you please. Awkward silence fills a crowded room. You would understand if you were me. And i cant even hold a conversation from the shawdows where a mans supposed to be. Maybe work is all that yoir waking for. Waking on the wrong side of the bed. They hace taken the fire from your aging now. Misery is running through your head. Making your decision and your choice with made up minds. Youve no room for positivey. And i cant bear to listen to excuses. From tbe shadows whwre a mans supposed to be.