friday matinee
its a friday matinee
its a Friday night and the neighbor hood is deadly quiet
no rows banged doors not even one riot
there’s something odd about this picture
if it were on paper it wouldnt fit the scripture
spent a long time trying to fit the fixture
trying every time to add to the mixture
Then i went off on my own
thought id go it alone
so i could reflect
i went not to reject
but to project
an energy upon my loved ones
of what pent up depression becomes
you could kill yourself and never see another day
or you could run away
try to find another way
clear it up to see a brighter day
Now i like what Ive become
to me im number one
for all i have done
the war that i have won
and that was the battle for sanity
and individuality
but somehow we lost reality
but now we call it vanity
