don't roll your eyes at me.

Played-out notes plucked from guitar strings
A masquerade mask made from sequins and things
A tacky pink hat, a feather boa to match,
A rusted old garden gate refuses to unlatch
Unnecessary chores, nights we struggle to recall,
So we go through the motions blindly, throbbing head,
Closed off heart, disused brain,
Now I’m running to catch the 9am train.
If I wanted to be clichéd, I might throw in some rain,
But instead I spilled a diet soda, I hope it doesn’t stain.
A dry cleaning shop I used to frequent, now it’s empty,
The owner ran away because he couldn’t pay the rent.
Such a dreary world we live in, all past its use-by-date,
And now I can’t be bothered to rhyme, so instead i'll leave
and waste some time.