Coffin - decade

Slow, still moving though

Pull on this rope,

And take me down.

Smoke, I’m catching smoke

My hands are broke,

So take me down.

Time is going quick

My neck is stiff

And here I sit wondering.

You nail the coffin on your own

You know it too well

You stack them up and watch them drop

You never stop.

I put my good foot first

You’re miles ahead

You took the world on today

I’m going back to bed.

Head all over the place

I feel so misplaced

where have I been?

Guess I’m going nowhere

My god, it’s not fair

The things I’ve seen.

Proud to be ordinary.