Behind The Lens

I put my make up on
to cover the baggs beneath my eyes
because the camera never lies

I pack a bag of pretty things
and sip on my glass of purple haze,
going on three hours of sleep now
I'm completely dazed

A friend is calling me on the phone
and I have time for a quick 'Hello'
but that's about it
I've got to go

I throw my sunglasses on
and light a cigarette
hoping I'll have time to eat...
later on, I'll see what I can grab

My cell phone's been ringing off the hook
and i'm rushing down the street;
everyone wants something from me
and I wonder when I'll be able to sleep.

Four hours of uncomfortable perfection
and i do it all over again;
a new set, another subway ride
and I'm off to the next location.

people beep thier horns
and I look the other way
they all think they know me
and i don't feel like waving back today

coffee time now
I grab it quick
the woman behind the counter is glad to see me;
she knows she's getting a nice tip

I take my free clothes
and it's time to go
I arrive home after midnight
there's no one in sight.

..and I've never been so lonely...

copyright (c) 2007
Deanna Prall

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