By the Canal

Sitting by the canal, it's late Thursday evening Kick a naggin down the deep end Scoot next to me heavy breathing Saying, "Gimme a fuckin' half decent reason To keep falling through these seasons" The sun's setting and I haven't said much You're flicking your broken lighter with your half-painted thumb I hand you mine So you mutter a thanks And spark up that Marlboro touch You tell me that you didn't have it so good Parents split, broken home, didn't learn much about love And how now in relationships you're not so good with that stuff I say, "I'm sorry to hear, that must be pretty rough" Watch you take a longer sip than the time before Ask me what I'm doing just sitting here but I ignore I ask you more about yourself, what you're doing with your life You say, "What does that matter anyway? 'Cause we're all gonna die Might as well spend our time as we please You wanna know what gets me off? Is it the smoke? Is the drink? Is it the keys? Is it sitting here with you pretending to care about your life Just so I don't have to focus on mine even just for the night? Oh," she says, "you didn't hear what you wanted to, right? You gonna call me no good because I'm drunk and I'm high? And my family didn't love me, I've been broken since five That's a good enough reason to stay away from girls like me, right? You're all the fucking same, you fucking lads Think yous understand but you don't have a clue what it's like for us Piss off anyway you boring prick Ugly fucking loser"