I’d fade away in all this pointless rush

I’ll put on someone else’s jacket, wrong size
A little tight, but hell, I don’t care
Stretch a grin across this bloated face of mine
Like some old, forgotten clown’s worn mask

I’ll drift off where the puppet couples spin
To drunken chords of a beaten piano
Sit down in a whore-packed bar
And drink cheap counterfeit champagne

Chorus:
To the slurred cursing of ragged, wasted wrecks
I feel like howling long and low
To rid myself of pain and all this mess
And let the dying day just go

2.
An aging whore, the queen of local thugs
Locks onto me with a hungry stare
Picks up a cigarette butt with sneering disgust
Asks for a light like I should care

I’d rather drown beneath old piles of news
Disappear from those hungry eyes
Hide in some piss-soaked, spit-stained loo
Flush myself down with curses and lies

Chorus:
I’m in a maze of streets and hollow homes
Chasing a day that slips away
And at my heels, stitched out of broken dreams
A shadow hunts me with a grin at play

I’d fade away in all this pointless rush
Beneath the dusty volumes of the past
Endure the madness of these hollow wants
And outlive petty sorrows that won’t last

In window glass a tired silhouette flickers
A stranger’s face glares back like a judge
I want so badly to break into the light
But unshed tears keep choking up my throat