drowning in pixels

The dreamers came to take it all

And mess my life up too

Woe is me, these sounds I make 

Will never hum a tune

A message in a bottle, as I spin it at the bar

Another round for you and me

My years go down the gutter

I‘ll never read these things aloud

They reak of what I hate

The little man whose thoughts are mute

He drowns them out in pixels

A smile across the rooms has sparked

Another drink for me

Crying for attention

As I sit on what I preach