Graduate

Didn’t think I’d make it to this day,

Or that I’d have much left to say.

Cuz after years of dissatisfaction,

Life always seems to want to get a reaction.

Cuz I’ve fought, and I’ve bled,

And I’ve sinned without breaking bread.

Cuz I’ve drank, and I’ve cried,

And I’ve lived sixteen lies.

And what of seventeen,

What do I look like on that big screen?

What of eighteen, and the lack

Of guarantee I carry on my back?

Cuz never have I finished with

The people I began with,

Never have I known my friends

To have true closure or true ends.

Every airplane carried me far,

And each new place I raised the bar,

Until I can’t leap over it no more,

Until I’ve lost track or care for a score.

My lips just bleed

My work don’t feed.

And all my life I keep at bay,

Cuz it’s just felt like one long day.

It’s the loneliest day,

Except for that ray,

Of moonlight upon me,

Which allowed me to be free.

Made it past summer of ‘18,

Made it past pills on the toilet.

The life that may not have been,

And the times that still spoil it.

But I’m here looking back at you.

My day isn’t over yet,

And I don’t care bout these weeds that grew,

Cuz now I live until I’m free of debt.