soooooo tired...
she has to worry about her car, drunk drama and getting hired,
and then there's me - thinking i had the relationship thing mastered,
all mixed up - thinking i really am an asshole dickheaded bastard,
can't press fast forward, i'd rather drive through life blindly-folded,
my existence a combination of opposites, need to be kindly-scolded,
for the persona others see,
for that persona isn't me,
a preemptive sorry - for soon to be what has drowned,
this is life - it doesn't beat to a different sound...