Dire Straits pt. 1 - Horrorshow

He wraps a smile 'round his tired face

To hide the marks of the walk of life through dire straits

No brothers in arms

The sultan of mood swing

Moving in tune with the melodies that truth sings

He knows the music will stop

And he’s okay with that, he can face the facts

He just wants it to mean something to these people when he fades to black

And he’s not sure, fighting for a lost cause and effect

He tries to find clarity behind locked doors in his head

And if you saw him, you wouldn’t know it

Hell, his friends don’t

He’s just another lost soul who blocks the world out with his headphones

Words signify nothing, he doesn’t feel your complements

Doesn’t believe the things you say when you try to build his confidence

There is no success, only an inability to realise a goal

This blackjack of all trades playing with the rest, he might just fold

He can see what his opponents hold, read their tactics, call their bluffs

But he can’t play his own hand right, it’s not enough

It’s the way he plays, convinced he’s lost from the first turn

He reads the other players fine from the skirts to the hurt words

The smirks to the T-shirts, the nervous to the certain

Every apple has it’s earthworms

Sorry, he gets carried away when he’s writing in the third person