Drunk
Last night,
I would've never thought that
anything would be as complicated as
turning on the TV, tossing off my shoes,
gazing in the mirror in our bathroom
asking, "who the hell are you?"
it's a struggle to get in
when I've locked myself inside this burdan
never burgeoning.
I left the light on though.
I've tripped on the rug now,
skinned my shin but don't feel a thing.
I'm laughing, drool on my chin now,
and I can't recall while I'm laughing.
I feel so sick,
My stomach's aching.
Having fun is too heavy
when my eyelids want to close.
Dizzy as I stagger to our little bedroom's window.
Head out, why don't we?
Head out, into the fresh air.
The night is darker than my mind is
full of diamonds and lots of stares.
I'm yelling, "Hey come here!"
to a stranger walking by
But no one ever understands it.
Not even I do.
when you're higher than a kite,
siren blaring
giving me affright.
I would've never thought that
anything would be as complicated as my life.
But this is how i make it.
I suppose.
Standing on my "tipsy-toes"
unsure where to go.
Until the next night.
