Ignorance at the crack of a chip.

[summers_alibi]

The Lime and the wire's being mean, again.
I couldn't get sexy back,
even though I tried.
I'm not as cool as Justin Timberlake in his suit and tie.
Music vids,
dancing kids.
It's all fun till the curtain drops.
Leno's bob,
Conan's hair.
Myspace's Tom and his genius mind for evil.
It all just reminds me how time ticks out the window.
Sitting here.
Staring.
Tapping.
Giving away the minutes like I give away presents at Christmas.
What am I doing here?
I ask my self.
What am I doing here?
I don't give a reply.
Too afraid of the repercussions.
Too afraid of being right.
Because right's the new wrong.
And what I'm doing couldn't be clearer.
Life's beckoning my name from out side these concrete walls.
And I ignore with a snap of a potato chip.
Futures out there too.
Louder then the first.
It's screaming, you've got to think about that!
Gotta look out for where you're heading!
I'm more afraid of looking back.
How much did I lose when I gambled my seconds like chips?
Is there no return on existence's policy?
I can't bare to count up the hours.
So I hide in open sight.
My own sight clouded by bright lights and pixels.
God, when did I die here in this chair?
When did I stop living this life?