Somewhere in Silverlake

I wake up,
with no shirt on,
somewhere in Silverlake,
with some girl my head aches,
there was no fckn or flirting,

the sun was bright,
too bright like it usually is,
on morning such as these,
the night before was Halloween,

I had a crew with me previously,
actors and such hiding out at Hyde,
then headed up the hills to Seth’s,
you know that guy that created The Family Guy,

I’d been mixing my mixed drinks,
egos and martinis making me high,
in the fast lane there’s no time to think,
there’s just time to wave as we pass by,

speeding,
shirt of vampire cape on,
waiving in the wind,
of the Uber XL,

this is such a heavenly hell,
one I know all to well…

I wake up,
with no shirt on,
somewhere in Silverlake,
with some girl my head aches,
there was no fckn or flirting,

there was just some tension,
hanging lazily in the air,
I still didn’t have a shirt on,
how the heck did I get here?

Probably took the trail,
lit my high hopes and low self-esteem,
I wake up she’s next to me,
I can feel her but still it seems like we’re in a dream,

a still dream,
a moving motion picture,
a reality show,
where we are the actors,

she’s in a hurry,
it’s her birthday,
and I’m hung over,
in the absolute worst way,

what an asshole I can be,
without even noticing,
why is it we hurt those closest to us the most,
without even noticing,

we could all use a wake up call,
there’s no salvation in these libations,
only broken hearts and broken promises,
it’s a rough road with no specific destination…

I wake up,
with no shirt on,
somewhere in Silverlake,
with some girl my head aches,
there was no fckn or flirting,

just some preconceived notions,
of each other’s preconceived notions,
just two emotionally spoiled children,
in this Empire of Dirt,

what have we become,
my sweetest friend,
everyone we know,
goes away in the end,

my mind spins,
she’s everything I am,
and that’s why we are so uneasy with each other,
because we are uneasy with ourselves,

we are both two lone souls,
that do better by ourselves,
and we could both use some serious assistance,
but we’re both to proud to ask for any help,

too proud to be humble,
to envious to be appreciative,
too wrathful to be at peace,
to lazy to put the effort in,
to greedy to give our time,
to gluttonous to starve our egos,
but the lust,
the lust keeps us in…

In,
vain,
I see,
so plane,
that she’s a victim of her own vanity,
would rather get a mani/pedi,
than spend time with a man that loves her madly,

this is insanity…

And I want to shake her awake,
but how can we wake someone else up,
when we’re sleeping ourselves,
true love is hard work and we’re not willing to put in the effort,

so we sleep,
we party all night and sleep all day,
because it’s easier to sleep it off,
than it is to be wide awake…

I wake up,
with no shirt on,
somewhere in Silverlake,
with some girl my head aches,
there was no fckn or flirting,

just this lingering hurt when,
did we become victims to our vices,
caught in this maze,
slaves to our ways in the days of our lives this,

is how I cope,
because it’s better than tying the rope,
I’m alive not because I want to be,
I’m here because I tried suicide and God said “No.”,

so now I’m left to my own devices,
high online as I lay here and write this,
on a mission from God I don’t have a plan,
I just have these reeling feelings and this pen in my hand,

damn,
when did it all become so complicated,
what happened to butterflies and fairytales,
when did we all become so jaded,

I want to erase this,
I want to erase this,
I want to replace this,
I want to rebuild but it seems I’m too wasted,

face it,
have to face yourself,

so I splash some cold water on my face,
as I stare into the eyes in the mirror,
I get it together still no shirt on,
make my way to the door and get the fck outta there…

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