Half

He was tired and more than a little worried
When he wrote the lines on the page
But he was more than afraid if he didn't say it now
It'd never be said

He looked blankly at the page
half tired to tears, half as numb as the half gone beer
Half a page and half a thought and half the night gone
He gives up

Cause his life is always halfway to somewhere
The other half dragging him to nothing
His life is half lived, half given up
Half a drive that he once knew and halfway the numb of nothing