The pills that I have taken

The stories that I have swallowed

The stories that I have told myself

The rumours I have passed on

None of which were true

The blank black stars that surround my bed

The lies that I have found sitting in my head

That I have opened up

That have filled a room

Getting bigger one on top of another

The days that have become years before I have turned around

And here I am at the age of miscontent

A drab and silver slab

My only point of pointless reference

To a dead and dying flesh

Yet here I am

Still very much alive

As I kick back the covers

And shout into the mirror

Hey you old man

What are you doing with your life?

Time to spit out your pills

Knock the rumours on the head

And…oh yeah, just once in a while

Not too much

Smile!