Red Eyes

Is it a kind of cold?

Or am I just slightly hung-over?

And slow to recover because I’m old?

Or is it a cold?

There’s a fog all through my brain,

A thumb print on my sinus

I feel pretty suspect and look quite low

Or so I am told

Oh-oh, is it a cold?

Red eyes

Burning like acid

Red eyes

How can you itch so much

How can the eyes that seemed so placid

Now seem so hot to touch

Red eyes.

Is it the pints that I drank

That’s causing this sense of distraction

Should I have eaten the food I was sold?

Or is it a cold?

There’s a dull throb in my temple

A perpetual sniff in my nose

And the bags under my eyes are as dark as holes

With creases and folds

Oh-oh,  is it a cold?

Red eyes

Burning like acid

Red eyes

How can you itch so much?

How can the eyes that seemed so placid

Now seem so hot to touch

Red eyes.