Wine Stained Futon

Calm down it’ll be okay

Everything's gonna be okay

In a perfect world there should always be

at least two tattoos healing on you at the same time

And there should always be someone

who’s justifiably angry for something that you did last night

And someone that's confused as fuck

why they love you but they still love you

And the booze might even be a bit cheaper too

And you live right across the street

from a place that makes awesome burritos

Drink your way from insane to tranquilo

We’re just trying to make it through

Dry heaves in the rain mumbling in the silence

my cat could explain this feeling but he’s too

busy sleeping behind the couch

Pass the prosecco I got wicked dry mouth

More issues than the amount of wine stains on this futon

So from afternoon mass to late night communion

From the cradle to the bar to the coffin

And I’m just like

Shot out of a cannon

Constantly in a vague state of panic clinging

on with claws to this planet

The waves try to knock me down but I'm still standing

And the wind from the sea

Long drinks and lack of sleep and I’m socially inept

Now I'm laughing at this trainwreck thinking

Goddamn I think I lost it

One hand on the bathroom wall laughing

at this trainwreck thinking