exhausted

somebody that can stand by me
whether im right or wrong
would be somebody that stands
by a burning building with
a gasoline can and smirk
on their face as they run
with fourteen grand, friends
and a notebook full of fucked
up poems about the shit they've done.
my name is full of mistakes,
flunked out of first grade
but made a life for myself
at my age with the life ive created.
i love when youre next to me
despite the past and ecstasy
listening to weezer making up
lyrics about 100 reasons you can
hate me .. but im still me,
the same person you loved and hugged
same person my friends have fucked
same person that suitcase lugged
around carrying all the baggage
ive ever had whether drugged
or lucrative life ive felt despite
the hate ive been dealt, im just
a guy with a life thats up and down
a flight of stairs ive fell.
and now i feel terrible,
and all i want to do is sleep,
so leave me alone..