Excuse

Sorry for today,
my little drunken sailor.
My heart is like an ashtray,
like a B-side movie trailer.

The weekend was hard
and saturday was sober
And you were like a dart
stabbing me in cold october

Today I felt ignored,
tortured and excluded
Am I yet to be explored
or am I to be concluded?

But words don't change the situation
They are just a simple excuse
They lower us to frustration
but still help us refuse.