I'm so hung over, my brain is aching
I haven't done much money making
Spilled my coffee in my car
Out of gas, I've gone too far
Gave a hobo all my cash
Then got home and smoked my stash
Called my ex while I was drinking
Haven't really done much thinking
I've been told that I'm a mess
I’ve got to say, I'm doing my best
I'm trying not to be this way
It's hard to make it day to day
I’m not quite sure just who I'll be
All I know is what they call me
So I'll play this part I guess
I’m falling farther, I'm just a mess
Bumped a stranger on the street
Dropped my purse and lost my keys
Sleeping in my last boy’s shirt
I'm covered in a layer of dirt
Kissed a guy who's into S&M
Don't know why, I'm not into him
Made my friends think I'm insane
Smoking cigs, it's pretty lame
Lost my charger, phone is dying
I'd say I'm fine, but I'd be lying
I've been told that I'm a mess
I’ve got to say, I'm doing my best
I'm trying not to be this way
It's hard to make it day to day
I’m not quite sure just who I'll be
All I know is what they call me
So I'll play this part I guess
I’m falling farther, I'm just a mess
I tried to sleep with my coworker
Thank God he's not such a flirter
I've been living on coffee and trail mix
Lets take some shots! Now I feel sick
Now I'm alone with no distractions
Searching for my satisfaction
Like a diamond, but this rough
I'm thinking maybe enough is enough
I've been told that I'm a mess
I’ve got to say I'm doing my best
I'm trying not to be this way
It's hard to make it day to day
I’m not quite sure just who I'll be
All I know is what they call me
So I'll play this part I guess
I’m falling farther, I'm just a mess
About the Creator
Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
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