Daily Life is a Drag

the sunlight burns my eyes
its too early in the morning to be alive
i turn to find your face
my cats have taken up your place
i am alone in this bed
and they want to be fed
i am a thread away from exhaustion
but that wont stop the earth's rotation

what i wouldn't give for rain
some darkness clouding the skies
a little something to help me sleep

i work as hard as i can
as much as i can stand
i am a step away from my death
drawing closer to that last breath
then the phone sings out
someone else called out

laundry, dishes, vacuum, bathroom, trash
look out i am about to crash
car, bank, groceries, gym, post office, vet
and don't forget that rising debt

how am i supposed to survive
when i cant even afford rest
and you cant even stop by

then hours later i am a hundred bucks richer
dragging my feet through the front door
starving, frustrated, annoyed

i do all the chores i can and pass out
every day passed the same way
but still, there is no relief

what i wouldn't give for rain
some darkness clouding the skies
a little something to help me sleep

i work as hard as i can
as much as i can stand
i am a step away from my death
drawing closer to that last breath
then the phone sings out
someone wants to go out

but i have to decline
i blame the sunshine
far too much to do
i wish it wasn't true

laundry, dishes, vacuum, bathroom, trash
look out i am about to crash
car, bank, groceries, gym, post office, vet
and don't forget that rising debt

how am i supposed to survive
when i cant even afford rest
or get some time to stop by

there is no one alive reaching out a hand
to help us when we can no longer stand
we are washed over by depression
there is no one offering compassion
we are always expected to take more steps
regardless of our broken legs and backs

there is always someone else to laugh
at the misfortune i am sinking into
and still i am expected to be strong

i work as hard as i can
as much as i can stand
i am a step away from my death
drawing closer to that last breath

the earth still turns
as the gassy sun burns
i cannot stop the tears
over flowing my fears

what i wouldn't give for rain
some darkness clouding the skies
a little something to let me sleep

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2006