This Will Be Hell

This tastes like sweat
Though I know it is not
I never sweat
Viscous like snot

Deeply formed lines
This furrowed brow
A map of defeat
Measured in crow's feet

This won't be tough
This won't be hard
In fact
This will turn out well
Who are we fooling?

This will be hell

Sometimes you drink
Sometimes bar tend
I was quite good
On either end

Sometimes I use
Other times I deal
Once I declined
But then I changed my mind

This won't be tough
This won't be hard
In fact
This will turn out well
Who are we fooling?
This will be...

Hell, its getting late and
I am dying here
It s getting late
And I am dying here

What's with these moods
That shift and shift?
Steady descent
Seldom a lift

Lethargy trumps
Any goodwill
"One giant leap"
Fuck it, let me sleep

This won't be tough
This won't be hard
In fact
This will turn out well
Who are we fooling?
This will be hell

Combing my hair
Is now a chore
Cowlicks in gray
Withstanding gel and spray

Hell, it's getting late and
I am dying here
It s getting late
And I am dying here