Billy Manas

I woke up to a text about his mic stand
That I had been driving around with for
Over six months because I never brought
It back after he came through in the clutch
And saved my gig at the yacht club that night.
Isn´t that just like me though?
Those things I hate about myself so much
When I am in a charitable mood I call
Myself a flake and in my darker times, a
Selfish punk and the truth I´m sure will find
Me somewhere lodged between both as many
Truths seem to do-but I woke up bathed in that
Dark cloud of ´sick of myself´ and ´couldn´t I
Just be somebody else today?´
But none of this is up for judgement
And none of this is necessarily bad or even
Important...it is just life and it is there right up
Until it´s not