‘Something Has To Fill The Gap'


Slam my head in the door -
It's my prerogative to taste the floor
That's my blood on the wall
Cold and dry, if it's there at all
I can't return to sensation -
I'm so far beyond comfortably numb
To the reams spent branding me ‘scum'
It might be a farce at The Albion

This lean period has caused me to crack
And everyone I've loved has turned their back
These sour times have turned me bad
And I have lost everything that I had

Recoup my hope in the form of cash?
I've got more in a brown paper bag!
It's a myth that speaks more fact
About psychoses of deluded hacks
I could stop - this could be the last -
But what do I get from fading scars?
I could leave – I could go afar –
If I could remember where I crashed my car

This lean period has caused me to crack
And everyone I've loved has turned their back
These sour times have turned me bad
And I have lost everything that I had

And something has to fill the gap.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2006