song fragments I

Happy for bits and pieces,
Just alright in between my fixes,
Always looking for something else,
Blaming everyone but myself,
And so it goes for so many years,
Between nicotine fits and beers,
Waiting for the next shoe to drop,
What’s wrong, well whatja got?

Whatja got, sure I’ll hate it,
Whatja got, yeah I’m jaded,
Whatja got, you can’t fix me,
Whatja got, then it hits me,
Whatja got, I don’t need it,
Anger so deep-seated,
Don’t care whatja got.

This silly song is about nothing,
Can’t play guitar, can’t even sing,
Three simple chords and distortion,
Rhyming couplets perfectly proportioned,
Playing music just to soothe my soul,
Living just for rock and roll,
With that massive guitar roar,
Playing third generation post-hard-core,
Three chords and not much more,