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Slave to My Desires
Cop car in the bushes and I'm manic,
Checking my mirror with every breath.
Brought to the brink, on the edge of panic
Until those headlights die their slow death.
Fumbling in the dark until it's done,
A Marlboro lighting up at the foot of my bed.
Waking up to that stark morning sun
And regarding each of its rays with a rueful dread.
The itches of the night rise up and flare.
I scrub harder and harder, but to no avail.
A sudden thought to call you - do I dare?
I look out at the bay seeing others set sail.
Am I already dated and plainly used,
The flush of my youth leveled out?
I feel tired and lonely, battered and bruised,
Yet I feel I can't do without.
I'm fast out the door, I gun to go far
With the fevered screech of these overworked tires -
Then I pound on the break...a patrol car.
On the side of the road and a fucked up mess,
Beaten and broken by this life of excess.
I will no longer be slave to my desires.
I will no longer be slave to my desires.
