Melody of Fiction

Wake up in the morning

Too tired to sleep

Go to bed in the evening

Too awake to keep

Dreaming of the day

All I loved was lost

Silently clasp my hands and pray

It was worth the cost

The stage is the church

The mic is the steeple

Gaze around and lurch

Look at all the people

They dance they bounce

They scream and shout

Hungry for the friction

I'm mean I dream

I love to sing

This Melody of Fiction

Pack up my old guitar

Happy with my work

Maybe my boss will throw a fit or

Maybe he will lurk

I won't lose myself in

The drugs and the booze

Might as well cut me loose

What else can I lose?

The stage is the church

The mic is the steeple

Gaze around and lurch

Look at all the people

They dance they bounce

They scream and shout

Hungry for the friction

I'm mean I dream

I will not sing

Your Melody of Fiction