Aging Player / Sore Loser
Out of reach, stars spell out
Not a chance as reality bites
your neck like you bit others
Not too much of a mystery
We always stood eye to eye
But you’d never truly open yours
You’d never miss a cue to scratch
with such clueless precision
And as the moon gets bigger
and brighter you shrink
Sunrise says you look beat;
Did you lose another bet?
I have to squint now
to ignite a flighty flicker of you
You seem ok downgrading
to a piss-poor stitch in time
I can hardly believe it myself
as the soul train passes you by
Horror Sleaze Trash 