Overtones

They Sat Without Even Thinking
With Him In The Middle
He Had Got Use To It Quick.
Some Straight To Rolling
While Others Just Seemed Happy
To Be There At All.
Maybe It's The Vinyls For Coasters
Or An Abundance Of Weed
That Gave The Impression Of Expression.

Fiddling With His Thumbs
Until You Asks With Jealous Swigs
"So Your Almost Famous".
Forcing A Smile He Wanted To
"I Don't Know 'Bout That"
And We All Know What Comes Next.
Blowing The Dust Off
While He Re-tuned To His Voice
Neither Need Be Done.

He Liked To Keep Them Waiting
He Felt He Had To
Warming-up In A Two-Up-Two-Down.
Finally Coming Out
With A Bit More Than Three Chords
Just A Bit More.
With It He Has Them All Charged
And After The Applause
You Stares For A Second Too Long.

There'll Be No Encore
He Couldn't But There's No Need
He Has Her Hand In His.
Seeing This You Asks For The Toilet
Not Feeling The Best
And Get Lost On Your Way Upstairs.
Later Two Of Them Find You
Sprawled In And Out Of His Bed Sheets
With No Room For Her.

Trying To Lift You By Your Morbid Waist
"Well Fuck Ya Johnny"
And Watch Them Leave Through Cracked Eyes.
It Was A Small Victory
Until You Realized His Room's Above The Kitchen
And Everybody Had Left.
The Morning Showed Her Appreciation
With Imprints Of Two Sweat
Staining Cheeks On The Breakfast Island.

CK