Poeme : Find Another Morning To Blame

I was waiting for the train
A little lightning through the rain
Scratching my nose with nervosity
And wiping the cold water on my cheeks
That day was’nt that bad, not more than others
And my girlfriend is getting sad, like ever

Waking and drinking your coffee
Get some cup and pour it for me
Working and living ordinary
Undress and sleep always as the same
Waking and finding a morning to blame

My friend we’rent comming
Thats where i found him
In a bed with my actress lover
Oh now i see that fine cover
Knowing it cant get better
And slapping hard on the flowers i gave to her
What a lost time putting butter on my toasts, all these morning
And thinking i had someone for me, at all

Waking up and drinking your coffee
Get some cup and pour it for me
Working and living ordinary
Undress and sleep always as the same
Waking and finding a fucking morning to blame

I found a letter this morning on my bed
My work said they were not wanting me anymore
Another morning to blame and yelling for
And writing poems for my unfortunate attempts

Working and living ordinary
Waking and finding another fucking morning to blame

i was wεtiŋ fɔʁ tə tʁɛ̃
a litlə liɡtniŋ tʁuɡ tə ʁɛ̃
skʁatʃiŋ mi nozə wit nεʁvoziti
ɑ̃d wipiŋ tə kɔld wate ɔ̃ mi ʃik
ta dε wasεn te ta bad, no mɔʁə tɑ̃ ɔtœʁ
ɑ̃d mi ʒiʁlfʁjɛ̃d is ʒεtiŋ sad, likə əve

wakiŋ ɑ̃d dʁɛ̃kiŋ iuʁ kɔfi
ʒεt sɔmə kyp ɑ̃d puʁ it fɔʁ mə
wɔʁkiŋ ɑ̃d liviŋ ɔʁdinaʁi
œ̃dʁεsz- ɑ̃d slip alwεz- a tə samə
wakiŋ ɑ̃d fɛ̃diŋ a mɔʁniŋ to blamə

mi fʁjɛ̃d wəʁɑ̃ kɔmiŋ
ta wəʁə i fund im
ɛ̃ a bεd wit mi aktʁεs lɔve
ɔ nɔw i si ta finə kɔve
knɔwiŋ it kɑ̃ ʒεt bεte
ɑ̃d slapiŋ-aʁ ɔ̃ tə flɔwœʁz- i ɡavə to εʁ
wa a lɔst timə pytiŋ byte ɔ̃ mi tɔast, al təzə mɔʁniŋ
ɑ̃d tɛ̃kiŋ i-ad sɔməɔnə fɔʁ mə, a al

wakiŋ yp ɑ̃d dʁɛ̃kiŋ iuʁ kɔfi
ʒεt sɔmə kyp ɑ̃d puʁ it fɔʁ mə
wɔʁkiŋ ɑ̃d liviŋ ɔʁdinaʁi
œ̃dʁεsz- ɑ̃d slip alwεz- a tə samə
wakiŋ ɑ̃d fɛ̃diŋ a fykiŋ mɔʁniŋ to blamə

i fund a lεte ti mɔʁniŋ ɔ̃ mi bεd
mi wɔʁk sε te wəʁə no wɑ̃tiŋ mə animɔʁə
anɔtœʁ mɔʁniŋ to blamə ɑ̃d iεlliŋ fɔʁ
ɑ̃d wʁitiŋ poεm fɔʁ mi œ̃fɔʁtynatə atɑ̃

wɔʁkiŋ ɑ̃d liviŋ ɔʁdinaʁi
wakiŋ ɑ̃d fɛ̃diŋ anɔtœʁ fykiŋ mɔʁniŋ to blamə