Detritus.

When you’ve forgotten where you’re going
When the ages you’ve been turning
This way and that to find a place to stay

When home seems but another shadow
When it seems you’ll face another uncertain tomorrow
And you know that that’s where it’s going to be

When the moments just seem to blend
When the silence seems too loud to understand
And contradictions make the most sense

When the trees seem to be lesser than green
When refuse seems to be all that is between
And effluence seems another excuse to waste

When your car is running on empty
When the daylight seems to be a little more scary
And petrol is ninety bucks a tank

When still images talk more than moving words
When home is a place to not be heard
And security is the shotgun in the back

When walking feels more like running
When an empty bed makes more sense than nothing
And the empty bottle still holds a pint

When you’ve got no more good excuse
When you’ve got nothing left to lose
And that’s how you know you’re still alive

When the pain feels more fun to bear
When junkies hawk away their wares
And the smell of cocaine lingers in your nose

When the finding seems more like losing
When you’re punctured on the easy cruising
And love is more than just a broken heart

When the creeps seem more like gentlemen
When the good guys don’t exist in dreams
And good girls are there to pass around

When the one you want always leaves
When innocence is ignorant bliss
And fancy shoes can buy your heart away

Detritus