I've had enough Of waking up with the sun Like the promise of yesterdays Is a tapestry come undone A fresh start, a clean slate Don't make me laugh, don't make me wait Through another lonely night On the off chance things go right It's all a lark And time's a funny friend Telling the same jokes at my expense Rolling my eyes again and again A drunken twirl, a nauseous spin Should not have had that last potato skin Now it's coming back for an encore performance Clean up on aisle three I've made a mess only I can fix But I can't even repair the damage I did To the ones trying to prop me up Long enough to snap a quick pic To maybe one day look back fondly On all of this I would have made such a great executioner in the Middle Ages Hiding under a mask of my own creation Just the job and the axe and the heads rolling Toward their final freedom Clean up on aisle three I've made a mess only I can fix But I can't even repair the damage I did To the ones trying to prop me up Long enough to snap a quick pic To maybe one day look back fondly On all of this
