Isn't Life Grand? by Travis Teeter
Nights alone in the world, searching for all the answers..
Staring into a half empty glass, glancing at the exotic dancers..
I'm sick of things the way they are, nothing stands out..
I'd rather be on the phone, singing "I'm a little teapot, short and stout.."
Money changes hands, as I get another drink. I smile, and feel warm..
But thats just the booze, it'll wear off before I get back to the dorm..
I just want someone to laugh with, have a good ol' time..
A pretty face to look at, that I don't have to give every dime..
Get tired of doing nothing good, just wasting away in a self-made hell..
It should be fun, but I'm bored. What more is there to tell?
Was I better off a child, not knowing? Just continuing on as always?
Or better off coming up short. Wasting my life away, by the days..
Its not easy being me, I'm not perfect by any real means..
But atleast I'm not one of those idiots, crying, fucking teens..
Think they've got it so bad, I was there before..stuck in limbo..
And look at me now..Drinking my life away, staring at some bimbo.
