False Self

Whistle a tune and a smile comes along

But that smile will not linger

Like the Arcades and the roller rinks

Like the pool hall and the lunch room spades games

All a memory that brings that smile

Fades with time when the black turns gray

Or the lines are imprinted and the smooth faces fade

 

Take a bite into that world to Capital

Work that 9-5 for a luxury car

Or that house with the picket fence

But we buy into credit and become slaves to a system

Lost but not knowing we victims

Happiness is lost in the hype

To look like success when we are truly stressed

 

So, whistle a tune to take me back to simpler times

When my smile was real and I was truly happy

Free from everything and everyone

Being my true self and not finding a false ME

 

Take me back to a moment of pushing buttons on the arcade game

with a sonic boom

Or having on short shorts and oversize t shirt roller skating to Noriega

Take me back to the pool halls where the old men sit and the young men play

That lunch room game where I have all Aces and we’re bidding a Boston

 

Whistle a tune and a smile will come along

But that smile will not linger

Like the Arcades and the roller rinks

Like the pool halls

Or the lunch room space games