Song For Sharon (date approximate)

My pencil lead 

Is about to break

I don't know how much 

More it can take 

Of these worn out phrases

And sad clichés

Will my love return

One of these days? 

 

With sadness & boredom

My life was filled

If I didn't break out

I'd be there still 

 

When I think of how

We fell in love

We may have been crazy

But when push comes to shove

I'll always love you, babe

I will always love you, babe

 

Yeah

Yeah

 

My guitar strings

Are about to break

So I'd better play fast

For goodness sake

My time is over -- and this song is too

Just enough room -- to tell you I love you 

 

Train Wreck -- Feel Like Crap (date approximate)

Well, I feel like a train wreck

And I smell like a bum crappin' corn

I woke up this morning

Far from the underwear I'd worn

I'm still amazed that I made it

All the way to lunch break

That pastrami sandwich must 

Surely have been a mistake

Last night a twelve pack

Some tough talk, some things to forget

Like peein' in a bottle and 

Gettin' the hotel seats all wet

But like lightning, like standin' at the gates of hell

I answer the questions and stagger off

Knowing all is well

I'm the highest functioning retard

The world has ever seen

And if I had it to do over

Maybe I'd just drink two or three

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap

Feel like crap