insecurity
in the beginning, outside the window, under the bed
they hide in the curtains, and crawl inside your head
but now IÕm that IÕm older, IÕve left behind my fearÉ
..hey, is it me, or does it get late early here?
less and less like yourself til you feel like someone else
in the mirror more of me, but less of who I want to be
just a trick of the drinking glass or a full-blown mid-life crisis?
just another reminder all our pleasures have their prices
the darker the closet
the bigger the monster
the darker the closetÉ
so much for my fast friends, fast forgotten
memory turns to ashes and your kisses turn to cotton
yes, IÕm digging my own hole and hiding from the funeral birds
the darker the closet
the bigger the monster
the darker the closetÉ
caviar and whiskey, chicken and champagne
everything he wanted arrived on a silver tray
yes, I fell for a tyrant with an airplane of his own
and one final secret, did he slip or was he thrown?
the darker the closet
the bigger the monster
the darker the closet
© 2004 by Brook Meggs