Burn Me At Both Ends

It's a short drive home from moms house

The sun is setting turquoise and the diamonds just begin to shine

The dress drapes over the eastern coast, it thinks I will retire

To a bed, this is what I always do

Can never stay out too long, quite like a vampire

I've got a cool house to go to

And this is where I belong.

During the shortened day for me, I slowly creep along the edge of the neighbors grass

And put my ear to my garage where he talks to my old man-the one who paints on plywood

He tells stories of his life in New York

Ghost tales, robberies, and gun shot wounds

You would think he was a pirate, I just think he is too short for his tall socks

Some people talk because they are so lonely, while others like me listen

I grow weary of the energy it takes to keep up with the fast pace of his speech ammunition

And walk a little more around the yard to ward off any muscle atrophy

My bed, my bed, not just where I lay my head..all day its like I am in bed!

I don't get up till the sun sets, a bit nocturnal

But in those last lines of light

The dinner gets cooked and clothes tucked away, doctor appointments barely made, and mommas house gets a visit-sick father, a bicycle ride around the block, and young Bobby threading the fishing pole gets attention while he talks about being in love again after his divorce

So, back home inside I go

Climbing the steps to my death it feels like

I just sarcastically accomplish so much in a day its outrageous

Burn me at both ends

I'm awake at 4:00 a.m. again