After a sleepless night

And your breath so tight

The taste of grief

And then no belief

The dude does mind

You see no way out

Your heart out of bound

Wrong way thoughts

And your nerves are fraught

Then the dude does mind

It’s a dead end life

On the edge of a knife

This sharp loneliness

And no fucking goddess

Then the dude does mind

And he feels assigned

To say something consoling

„Fuck it, let’s go bowling!“