I Bring Out the Worst In Me
I've got a bottle in my lap
That painted this pretty face
I hate this mask
Where did all of this baggage come from?
I never begged or asked
Please just f*cking take it back
I must've acquired it when I fell off course
Now I'm in a panic and breathing heavy
As I'm trying to make my way back on track
I slammed a suitcase in fit of rage
Now all of my sh*t is tossed around all over the place
Everyone is stumbling over all of my loose ends
Jumping over bodies of all my dead friends
And, the people that walked away
Are now standing scattered like ashes throughout the race
I'm coughing and heaving
Didn't really think today I'd be deep cleaning
Or airing out my dirty clothes
So I turned and ran the other way
I found myself still sitting
In the same old chair I was the night before
Same old bottle in my grasp held tight
Thinking if I should take a drive
All the way to the other side of town
And, pick up something that would let everybody down
It's not sad to say
That's how my world works
I've learned to accept it
But, what I fear the most
Is if this will be my final toast
Will I get to say Good Bye?
Or tuck my daughter in at night?
Take another pull
And, try to think of something else to realize
To talk myself out of making that f*cking drive
I turned and asked for help
Turns out I was already by myself
Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2020
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