Back to Bed

No thank you I don't
Have the patience to speak
And no don't have words for the weak

This thinking's been drinking me
Under the table
I'm sinking but stable
And I feel like a freak

Shrill shrieks pierce the night's
Bitter silence around me
I look round for firm ground
But there's none to be found

And I'm scared to be honest
And quite honest when scared

My best just left
With that last breath
And what's left here
Is worse than death

I'd say it's funny that it's come to this
If funny is money, drugs and lists
Of schemes and dreams
And things I miss

Those lips that kissed
That drifted distant
Lifted and left by the cliff
When men will be men
And then be misled

So tell tell me Will
Where love is bred
Not in this heart within my head
And hearts are dark
So back to bed

These prison walls are painted red
With the blood of friends that met their end here