Experience

Your finger nails are dirty
Your lips are dry and cracked
Hours come and go And your eyes are still open
So I stare
And you stare back
It twists, It turns
Experience
You live, you learn
Experience
Half past eleven
And I’m still shaking
I can’t smoke my cigarette
From somewhere in between
A whisper to a scream
I wait for you
To take a breath
It twist, It turns
Experience
You live, you learn
Experience
And God only knows
I’ve been around
Is it time to go home yet?
And he’s a night
I won’t be putting down to Experience
Experience