they are...
addicted to bad news
and singing the blues
because it's the easy way to lose.
blowing smoke up their nostrels and telling stories off booze
is their vent.

i can't live a day without my cellular device.
come forth ol' wise one, for i'm seekin advice.

your lips tell fairytales with happy ending
but your eyes read about the true beginnings.
should i forgive you because your eyes cant lie,