Slipping Away Against the Current
Wake up at six-thirty, my brain’s numb and I can’t think
The world’s shitty, I just turned sixty on Monday of last week
I make a six-figure salary, yet I still feel like more of a bum than an ass cheek
Need a cup of coffee to get me out of this bad dream
Cuz I’m addicted to caffeine, I have needs like a crack fiend
Speakin’ of which, sometimes I just wanna try crack or dope
Or sit back and smoke, relax as though it would ensure that I don’t have a stroke
As I get sad and old it seems more and more that I’m lackin’ hope
I look back in woe, my prime has passed, soon my ass will croak...
I remember way back ago, I used to sit tight dyin’ to get my license
Now I just bought a Corvette to get right by this midlife crisis
I was never one for fistfights, violence
But now if it meant feelin’ excitement I would kick Mike Tyson
Extreme skydivin’? Shit, I’d try it
I’d rather risk my life than be in this sick plight I’m in
‘Cuz every second not spent by livin’ is spent by dyin’
I remember when I was I kid I had no responsibilities
Now I’ve always got these bills and things, I know it’s started killing me
So I sit and reminisce, I’m the best at this
I remember when I’d sweat a kiss
From my mom in front of my friends as kids
Or when I was in college, every day I’d mess with tits
I guess I miss the days when I was used to expectin’ bliss
‘Cuz too much thinking led me into this bereft abyss
Now my parents are both dead and my wife is sick
My kid is in jail, my siblings are a-holes and my life is shit
So I live in the past where I wish I could stay, not get sick and decay, and it’s hurtin’ my mind
They say “live for today” but I’m slippin’ away, a victim of age against the current of time…
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