i carry the weight of failure
as i carry the weight of success
i watch the scales
and where they come to rest

i lost that job several months ago
in october snow
when i was on a downlow
this is how we treat people
to feel so complete

how i wish
for a better place to be
how i wish
to be another version of me

i have run out of fuel
that is a fact
whatever it is, petrol or diesel
or indeed just, ‘gas’

i have nothing
nothing to give back
these feelings are too heavy
i am struggling,
i am struggling

it feels like there is a face to know
you know, to get out over there
and there is a ticket which they buy
but there is never one to spare

the boat has sunk
fatally hit
pieces of junk
they blew it to bits