drained

i am so tired
and i'm not even employed presently
been a long time since i've been out of work this long
save trips out of the country

i hurt i tell him
he asks my body or my soul
my soul i respond
my soul i repeat

i'm trying to play tough
but i am so tired of getting over it
i don't know who i am anymore
say my name and i wouldn't know it

i remember when i wrote
last call for the asshole ball
i remember thinking
this is it, that's all

and when i asked the wanderer
to go about his business
and that is just what he did
his wife and family his new interest

and casper oh casper
behind jail bars he sends
all his love all his heart
to his little boy and me, his friend

trolie-- in georgia
with the peach but not really
in prison his fate
and the latter doing lines freely

and she's an alcoholic
she smokes up her dreams
she just keeps running
she's never quite good enough it seems

he wants to cry
he wants to chase
the whiskey with water
he's reaching for his face

she lost her brothers
the sad story continues
never to be mentioned
just running the loop

she's lost her sons
she lost her house
the dog pissed on the rug again
she feels like a mouse

he drums
its all he ever knew
then met me
and that's all he wanted to do

he got on a plane
he boarded the bus
she caught the train
escaping the us

she's leaving specificity
out of her words
he's ignoring the feelings
with his silent swords

she wants him to sit on her feet
squeeze on to a sofa and hover
hold her all night real tight
cause its all going to be over

over

getting over it

so tired of this verb
so tired of this herb