tail spin.

driving to work leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
feeling like there are credits floating up the sky,
in the tiny font of 'missin you'.
its a sweet sexy font.
and that is how it ends.
the way it began.
everyday is the same.

driving home leads my fingers to smoking.
wondering what i will drink as i watch the news.
the unraveling of security with that cute anchor woman.
and there it is,
that strong font on the label of jameson.
how it coats my throat.
bold "drink me" font.
and that is how it ends.
the way i began.
everyday is the same.