turning 50.

the nights have turned stale.
we're old like dogs,
getting sentimental and tired.
listening to more alternative than rock
and drinking more tea than whiskey.
all we've got is this television and some
cookies,
i swear the nights have turned stale.

rock.

im a rockstar!
i've got smashing guitars
and i smash guitars for fun.
i am special and im the only one
with skinny pants and wild hair.
im on posters, im on postcards,
im bloody everywhere.
its a dog's life,
the drugs, the vodka.
i am my own fucker.
my stage on fire and my eyes white,
i spit angst at you.
im a rockstar,
im consumed by my own lyrics and
im singing to death