the agony of defeat

He's feeling inert and worthless for all intents
and purposes

Green with envy and red with fury
as you stand under the glare
over there stare-watching

The blue lights of the ATM machine
blinking

You take the twenties
and leave the receipt

Two pairs of clunking feet thundering
atop concrete

O, the agony of defeat!

wait, wait, wait

I.

Every heart and every body
has its breaking point,
you see

Even the worlds strongest
person (physically)
can only carry

So much weight before it
becomes too heavy

Wait, wait, wait for it

II.

There's a futon
I can take naps on

There's a futon
where I can lament
upon

Past and future mistakes
and sing, over and over,
the same soul song

It won't take too long,

Just keep waiting,
please

III.

Every heart and every body
has its breaking point,
you'll see