Always Something

Once, the hour relied on glass

and mine's not half full or even

empty depending on my mood,

it's always something with you.

Once my mind is numb

to such narcissistic games,

I'll be counting down the minutes

just give me something to do.

Once the time runs out

and the glass finally runs dry,

I'll be put on blast, screaming:

"always something to prove"

Once I get back home

I'll be picking up the phone

just to whisper in your ear,

"it's always something with you."

Once I get my vision back,

I'll be fixing my eyes with sights

just to put you in my cross-hairs,

I'm always looking at you.