Comedy

I run short of breath

in the ambulance I pick the right joke

medic comes in & cuts my coat

passers-by look quiet

driver stays inside

woman catch my eye

I think she was crying

would you be proud of me?

a sense of humour in tragedy

the only the thing that gets me by,

laughing at your subject line:

“you got 2 hours to save my life”

every day I feel I’m spinning

feel the ground each time I hit it

every day I feel I’m spinning

feel the ground each time I

hit the alarm, restaurant got hit hard

sick as a dog, who needs this job

curse the cards, hit the bar

and I can’t relax feeling starts kinda abstract

hits my eyes hits my hands

phone says you called, I call you back

would you take care of me?

ride with your mom in the backseat

45 down the road where my bike split

pass the garage where I hid when they called in

every day I feel I’m spinning

feel the ground each time I hit it

every day I feel I’m spinning

feel the ground each time

I watch flowers dry in a vase

can’t get a grip can’t stop my legs shake

pick the right words to say and not say

print photos of you and put them in frames

if you were here with me

I don’t want an apology

argument with honesty

I pick the loser’s side for the comedy

every day I feel I’m spinning

feel the ground each time I hit it

every day I feel I’m spinning

feel the ground each time I hit it, every day