The Monologue Bombs - Running the Fives
Fifteen didn't even countBaby-blind with marbles in my mouth
Cuyahoga girls with knockin' knees
Grinding my gears up against the trees
Fifteen was a chorus on the breeze
Twenty came and set me free
Miles between the ties that bind and me
I'd play the jester all through college town
And razor-wire girls would cut me down
A good day at twenty was just above the ground
At twenty-five, I was sorted out
Drunk on the restaurant raids of the new south
Counter girls would wink at what I said
And teach me how to touch them in their beds
At twenty-five, I was way ahead
Thirty was a nervous laugh
Counter girls wised up and whistled past
I lost track of the door men and the bands
And I lost some lovers with my sleight-of-hand
At thirty I just scattered them like sand
Hit thirty-five and up came the fear
I went to seven weddings in a year
I saw seven sailors come back home to shore
They took their mothers waltzin' across the floor
Thirty-five brought darkness to my door
One bar-back knows my name and the rest are polite
As I settle up and stumble home tonight
To taped-up pictures of all my cousins' kids
To a rented, littered room far off the grid
Where I'll sleep with everything I did.
Written by:
Scott Phillips
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