Uhaul, Ur Problem

Way too drunk to
be having a laugh now
I'm sick of feeling
rough
I've been lying my
mouth off
Tied up in different breeds
of variant
assholes
It makes me sick and I
don't think I look like this.

Can't face facts
the luck I had went with
all the bad stuff I did
and anything else left
is a jewel in the rough
I make it up
As I go.

And on and on it goes like this
It plays out like a script
And I'm out the door again
Losing it in public.
Talking about car crashes I ain't been in
Burying friends
And forgetting their faces.
I hate it.
Wishful thinking
And jet black regrets

Bury me instead