like a good friend passing on: tight as one, suddenly gone 
like a selfish petty one: prattling on, prattling on 
like a rusty nail on a jack and coke, and another three rounds on me 
then the pain behind your eyes: too much light, going blind 

like the pressure on that job: boss you hate, don’t be late 
like the traffic flow downtown: slow and tough, cut you off 
like you worked all day, all the power goes out, and you realize you didn’t save 
then the voice inside your head: out of time, you’re so dead 

like a psychostimulant: crawling touch, don’t take much 
like forgetting where you went: was it fun, or just dumb? 
like tryin’ too hard while gettin’ it on, then you can’t get it off at all 
or you’re shot down by that 10 who loves you -- just like a friend

your primitive suffering