Genuine Perfection

[greys1104]

Let's sit here chatting,
and drink the night away.

The world's coming to an end sweetie,
And baby, all your lies ain't helping.
So wipe that strained smile
Off your face.
Then tell me a thousand words,
And this time let at least one of them be true.

We're too poor, too ignorant
to afford meds.
So these drinks will be our painkillers.

Those hags think
We young'uns are immature and daft,
But oh no,
We ain't any of that,
We know to sit here.
Let the world pass us by,
waiting for the day we join 'em.

We're "wasting" our lives,
But can they really think they're living theirs?
Work and order.
Work and order.
That ain't a life either.

The world's coming to an end sweetie,
And baby, all your lies ain't helping.
So wipe that strained smile
Off your face.
Tell me a thousand words,
And this time let at least one of them be true.

Tomorrow, maybe,
I'll see a different light,
hear a different note,
And finally be,
Genuine perfection.

Thanks for reading.Is the flow better or worse???I think I also need a better title.Any suggestions?

[greys1104]

bump. :]

[a speedo model]

Hmmm, the whole thing was pretty cliche and uninteresting sadly. Nothing stood out to me, it was hard to get through. But continue to write.

[vandalsandquinn]

Josiah go read my new piece now