Pink Mice

Written by Crybaby®™
©2005

Pink mice all over my wood floors
I stare out my patio window and I
Watch a man take out the trash
I listen to a song that reminds of how
I really feel inside
It is my pleasure and privilege to hold you when you cry
It would be a change to be held
So that I can cry too

I say goodnight to my friends
And then I'm left with my four walls
I've been holding it together
But then it comes crashing down
When no one else is around
I'm not alone in a heavenly sense
But the scene I replay here on this planet
Is stale and I wish I could fast forward to better times
Or rewind
I don't which way would make it sooner

I wrote her a letter like I was writing to myself
I used an angry font that was as black as mad
I wrote like there was bourbon next to me, ice melting
And a cigarette burning with anxiety from my lips
I wrote like our lives were at stake.
It/they are at stake
We are going to make choices and before you know it
It's the last one we made and then we are going to be
So mad because the big game show buzzer of YOU'RE INCORRECT
Will buzz us right into our eternal graves
I had to knock some sense into her

The music spins, the records skip and repeat
every single stupid mistake ever made
We know the lyrics off by heart and before we know it
We are dancing too.
Black cat spread Gumby stretch across the wood floor
Mouth covered in pink