30 Pieces

This country air has no benefit
they still have wheeled pollution and intrusive streetlights
this far out I thought I would be free
from the busy life but they go on as far as the eye can see
my lungs still scream for nicotine
and a white room isn't stopping any dirty dream
this new start has been wasted on me
the plastered over stains remind me the way you used to
put your makeup on your face

your youth leads you to believe, you're just modern and not naive
but theres always been the selfish kind, betray and then just hide behind
yellow guts and yellow teeth, i won't be paid until their slashed and beneath
layers of where you should of been and judgement you should have learnt from me
Still we're all too quick to moan of things that occur we haven't deserved
but not about anything we've got or had that's great
or the times we should have been on trial but slowly got away

I peer into a silver coin,1999,I imagine all the stories in it's time
all those hands that have held it
once reddened,swollen fingers that have since healed their hurt
but the coin could still sell to us how they acted at the time
the hands would jest away, but know how greedy,stupid they were
in moments of madness
this coin is my memento to act, and how to proceed on