Coffee and Cigarettes

I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of omission I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding To the overwhelming Always a question of truth your truths they question my efficiency Impact the words you can't hear Shocking the words I can't write Recycled words don't justify None of these words suffice searching for the sharp words To drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin To question the truth Your truths question my efficienty Impact the words you can't hear Shocking the words I can't write