another day

Another day
another evaporating dollar
so this is the way it goes
when you live in squalor
endless days
endless hours
the minutes linger
the seconds follow

every morning I wake
to crushing darkness
and a pool beneath my bed
every night I bleed out
what's good and right in me
you can see me
in the early morning shadows
gathering up what's left of me
making haste
before the world impinges on me

I'm just a hardcore kid
working a dead-end job
trying to avoid the scene
on my side of town
trying to turn this dust
into something better
trying but always failing
to make a rewarding tomorrow

my mistakes are monolithic
and true to form, immovable
what you see is what you get
more and more
there is less and less
so the story goes
so the song ends
tomorrow
is another day my friend.