Life In Song

Overkill

Yet again Mark rushed through his night, rushed through his deliveries and rushed through his work.
Urged on by Stephs words, which would have been little more than a good bye to most couples, meant so much more to Mark.
Steph had barely said goodbye to him as he left for work during the past three weeks.
Saying eight wotds may not have been an invite to bed but it was at least pleasant with the possibility of future pleasantries.

Not even worried about talking to the boss, Mark park his truck, unloaded it and got out of the depot as fast as he could.
He looked at his watch as he walked to his car, he had twenty five minutes until Steph would leave for work and a twenty minute trip home.
He jumped in the car and headed for home without thoughts of making stories from love songs.

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away, I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

“It reappears?” The elephant in the room? It seems to reappear every morning when I get home or every night when I wake up.
The fear is the fear of loosing her
The lack of sleep is as much from fear as it is from the stupid job that wont let me sleep proper hours.
Screw the complications I want Steph
Weren’t thoughts of making stories about songs not suppose to be in my mind?
Oh that was love songs.

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

I do a lot of things at night and I definitely hope things will be alright
I have a good imagination too, but honestly not many people want to see that twisted mess.
Day after day night after night fear after fear
I don’t see ghosts, I see morons walking the street drunk, some of them look like ghosts but they aren’t

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

We are both alone between the bloody sheets
Although I don’t walk the streets, I drive them
Do I smell of desperation? Is that what the smell is
Maybe I should light a Candle
Unfortunately nothing nullifies the night, not even the lack of sleep I get when I get home.

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situation
I know will be alright
It’s just overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away

Hey maybe I have ghosts and not elephants in my room
I’m going to have a look under the bed when I get home
I just hope I make it before Steph leaves for work
Being caught behind this bus wont help though.

I can’t help thinking this isn’t my best effort.
I must be tired for too much work
Maybe Steph has a microphone in this car
That’s why she’s so confused
I talk to myself too much.
Oh well I wont let it happen again……until next time when I promise to do a better job of it.