I got another box via UPS today
Pre birthday present to myself
Another item that I don't need
The 2 I have aren't good enough
Sounds very familiar I should say
Instant gratification and the next best thing
I play with my new toy while the luster exists
Today's prize possession is tomorrow's old news
Happy birthday to me
I've lost my only real present
I've unwrapped my happiness
For a less than shiny toy
Another year has gone by
Seems like 10 just ask my body
I won't celebrate or make a fuss
Forgive me for losing my pot of love
I'm not bitter or angry with life
My anger is tempered when I can write
I see all those pictures and hear those songs
Thumbing through and sing along
I can cry me a river and Wipe away the tears
Rise from the ashes where I used to sit
Wait for a call or a text
Play " Baby come back" and see what happens? I'm pathetic
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