Damage Assessment

Teenage heartache
 Becomes middle age chest pain
 I am nostalgic for no one
 I look forward to nothing
 Youthful ambition
 Atrophies and stagnates
 Aspirations choke and die
 Apathy takes their place
 The story of my life could fit on one side of a page
 Folded into quarters, cut in half and double spaced
 Nearly three decades of drawn-out decay
 Reduced to a single refrain
 I sing
 I have done everything wrong
 And it's a hard pill to swallow when you take the whole bottle at once
 And all young lovers
 Grow to resent each other
 Sparks fly then fall and die
 Old flames get smothered
 And all my potential
 Lost and never recovered
 If I knew then what I know now
 I wouldn't even have bothered
 And even in my wildest dreams
 I just sit and watch TV
 Maybe call up my best friends to see if they remember me
 I think in a language I don't speak
 I don't say anything I mean
 Ungraciously admit defeat
 A lifelong losing streak because
 I have done everything wrong
 And it's a hard pill to swallow when you take the whole bottle
 When you take the whole bottle you wake up and everyone is gone