Better Half

What happened to you?

You used to be punk

Now they’ve filled up your head

And you spend your days drunk.

On the itty bitty sound of your itty bitty guitar

Thanking god that your old image has helped you get this far

But when you exhale do you still smell smoke?

When you laugh now is it still at a joke?

Are you so full of fire that you feel yourself choke?

I’m your better half

I guess when you age

You start realizing things

You start doing your part

And wearing left-handed rings

You wake up at night

In the middle of your past

At the edge of your bed

With your head floating fast

I used to get high at the sound of your laugh

*Morning is sad and you always got cash

When you close your eyes

*Are you still really mad?

I’m your better half

And we call ourselves free

But we love the weight of the chains

And the smile on your mouth

Is run with old coffee stains

Standing right in front

Four bucks for the show

I felt myself lifting and when you start to blow

The windows were easy to crawl in night

Just you and me and the bright starlight

And I said I wanna forget you but I don’t know how

You must not have heard me because you started to laugh

Your better half