Sirens

Addicted to bad attitudes and children playing grown-up. I adored my favorite son

Lying awake when I start to shake thinking of time we have behind us. Why can’t you be cool

I wanted them to be wrong but they called it

And when you’re bent you’re a long time falling

to the bottom of the pit you dig with a smile cause

You’re hearing sirens and think they’re calling you home

But they’re swallowing whole all your ships of friends and second chances

Silence pretense of no self-control. You’ll never learn how to roll or repair all these unmended fences

Coming back from short attacks of beer fits lost its charm after the first three times.