Lonely Ghost

Frequents the same dives
seeing the same undead zombie masses living brain-dead lives
night after night
like rabbits lost in headlights

Same old haunts as before
was here yesterday, just like everyday
my history no mystery, was here in this purgatory
never seems to change, the tone lies in drunken ears
time flows past, vast masses of years

This sticky dance floor, the sickly crowd, dancing not quite as slickly as before
a few stolen kisses, as the contents of spilled glasses swill on the dancefloor
nothing ever happens, the same sad advances
just trying to get laid to add to their tally
fumbled in back alleys
this is no life, not one to praise or shout about at rallies

Never changes, the lust, the lost trust, but turn up we must
for music and rhythm live inside, without dance its like our muscles would rust
without songs to sing along, our nights would be lost in a world of our own
but I don't like the tone, bad vibes are closing in, the place no longer a home from home

Need to change the record, the same spinning vinyl
twenty years ago, this life seemed so final
but then things DO change, the stains of time can be washed clean
the memories of time spent in pain, can be given a new sheen

I was never for that life, didn't need drugs to enhance my mind
nor did I strive to get one over on my fellow kind
I wasn't interested in getting notches on my bedpost
that life is not one of which id boast
my only hope back then was to feel I fit in, to feel I wasn't a lost lonely ghost

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.