Always

I’ve always been a man, who suffered for his art

Who feeds himself delusions, and tears himself apart

I’m writing out my memoirs, and the page is overblown,

with stories of my conquests, whose truth will not be known

If you wanted a new romance, or a soul mate for life

This ‘aint no happy ending, you aint no happy wife…

I’ve always been a man, who wants the very best

perfection is my standard, sub par is all the rest

I’m writing out my memoirs, and the pen is leaking ink

it’s blotting out memories, and creating non-events

If you wanted a new bestseller, or a volume full of tripe

This aint no happy ending, this aint no butter knife

I’ve always been a man, so distant and aloof

Who despises age of wisdom, and alienates the youth

I’m writing out my memoirs, and Im too long in the tooth

i’ve got a surplus of anxiety, i can’t get it up too boot

If you wanted a new idol, or a stable alibi,

This aint no watergate babe, this aint no battle cry….

© Callan Cummings 2017.