Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Too Late

Well it seems not everyone on this earth wants to watch me squirm around on my kitchen floor drunk and crying in my misery. I didn't tell you this but on Friday I went to the doctor and found out I had passed my kidney stone...he also found a lump in my nut sack. Yeah...a lump. I had to have a biopsy in the afternoon and have been freaking out about it ever since. I got a phone call this morning as I got to work...

"Cheese, we have your test results. They are negative."

"OH FUCK YEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!! Pardon my French."

"Cheese, it happens every time...congratulations."

Edit...if you were reading early this morning you know now my real name, before the lovely Sinful informed me of my dumbass mistake and I changed it. If you did happen read it..SHHHH you mother fuckers.

Apparently the best cure for a hangover is to find out you get to keep both of your nuts and you don't have cancer. Well, I guess that is one less thing to drink about tonight. Ok enough feeling good...

Against the wise advice of my friends, parents, brother and a few bloggers, I hit the bottle hard last night. I woke up in the kitchen on the floor with a splitting headache and a fresh hole in my drywall from where my fist went through. Five empty bottles of Crane Lake Merlot are on the table and I have red stained teeth. My hand is throbbing and it hurts to grip my toothbrush. I have marks from the linoleum on my face and my knees are shaking. My eyes are swollen, probably from crying them out like a baby. I finish brushing my teeth only to throw up in my bathtub. I brush again and head out the door. Starting up the car I turn on this song...

She said meet me at the gates at 8
Leave now don't be late
She said one day she'd walk away cos I was always late
Thought things were ok
Didn't care though anyway
Say sorry babe, I had to meet a mate, tempting fate
We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too
It's now 7:50, getting ready, better be nifty
Do my hair quickly, step out it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two Henry's and a dealer to pay
Call up on geezers to rip these green trees in my reeking jeans
Got a you think I care air outglaring geezers stares
I'm here and I'm there
Couldn't see past the end of my beer
What was getting near, all the silence after the cheers

I didn't know that it was over, 'til it was too late
But if I ever needed you, would you be there?

She said meet me at the gates, don't be late
But pretty soon the day came for change
And I was glad she never walked away
So Im choosing what to wear, doing my hair with an hour to spare
When my life went pear, she'd been there with a thick stare
Big wheel climbed to the top, geezer stares bounced off
Standing at the top of this huge mountain, smiling and shouting
Spring flowers sprouting, not one inch of doubt in my mind as I reached the gates
Came round the corner at a rate
Risked her love but Im gonna set things straight
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late

I didn't know that it was over, 'til it was too late
But if I ever needed you, would you be there?

I said meet me at the gates
Leave now don't be late
I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail
Then the facts turned me pale, wind rain and hail
My fears unveiled, for my fair female
She'd walked away, too little too late
I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face
Spirit falls from grace
I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase
Sat down I got a fat frown
Weaping and drowning my senses
For this love game's expensive
I walk in a trance
Got a wounded soldier's stance
And the everyday geezers stares throw me off balance
Now nothing holds significance
And nothing holds relevance
'Cause the only thing I can see is her elegance

I didn't know that it was over, 'til it was too late
But if I ever needed you, would you be there?

The Streets

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