Sweet Waste

Late last September
Didn’t know what to do
I was reading poetry and
Mixing up a lethal brew
You didn’t notice
I even drank it too
Talking 'bout some politics
Oh, maybe that was missing truth
Coming from the darkness
Shattered twice that’s true
Walking back to Melbourne Street
Maybe for some other hear
But you always have a different look
Bottle will have to do
You were signing up today
To see if I was blue
I was in the rain
Cut myself again
Get back to the pharmacy and
Swallow it up today
You got a private number
I never even knew
If you want another summer
I got a lot of things to do
Be more by the other somethings
So live her underneath the rain
Apologise for the commentary
Wasn’t it all a waste
But I was suffering
Bubbling in the stew
Spent the time all by myself now I
Can’t remember who
I reached your private number baby
I was a little rude
But you can’t deny the chemistry, oh
You never do