Without you
I sat there shouting
A telephone left off the hook
In red
Surrounded
I wore blue
To see what would be let loose
The hounds or my mouth
But what could I shout
That wouldn't get me struck down
Or socked in the mouth
What have I come to
What've I been reduced to
The sum of what youth is left
Still born still warm
Got knocked off my last leg, what now?
Now that the unsure future
Is sure to stay to lure you away and out
What then? WHAT?