Ire

And now I'm tired.
So god damn tired.
If I were a dog I'd fall asleep
where I lie and forget the bone.
But I'm a man and I can't sleep,
and I can't seem to get back home.
And now I'm wired.
So god damn wired.
Know what did it, was the crack
that I smoked late in the evening.
But it doesn't matter to me.
Sing a song and forget this thing.
*Music is the anthem of our fears.
The artist is our heart we hold so near.
Listen to that man again and save me.*
Now I'm the crier.
Some fucking baby.
My heart is broken into pieces
yet my head will hold on strong.
And there's tears on my face
but I'll be damned if they feel wrong.