Too Much Starbucks

FUCK!  Is that my probation officer at the door?
I'm still tweaking from the day before yesterday.
Tell her I'm feeding the homeless downtown,
I can't let ther see me this way.

I'm spun tighter than a ball of yarn,
my mind won't shut the fuck up.
What I really want right now, is;
major expresso in a mega soup cup.

All my senses are on high alert,
gotta remain cool in this "Sober Living",
Or I'll get my ass tossed out;
by the manager who's not so forgiving.

I'm spun out of my fucking head,
my corner of the room in shambles.
Can't get even one wink of sleep,
as my mind goes on and rambles.

I've been up two and a half days,
eyes bugg'in and white as a sheet.
Hoooooly shit is that my P.O.,
tell her I'm at a N.A. retreat.

Please send my P.O. far, far away,
cuz she doesn't even want to play.
It was too much Starbucks my Sobriety Sisters.
That's why I look this dreadful way.