A little bit tired
I'm sleepy, been out all weekend, been waking up real early and not getting back to sleep.
I'm bored, every place I've gone I just sit, hardly talking, music playing in the background. People talk at me. I hardly hear enough of what they say to make a stab at replying. I don't want to answer anyway.
I'm down, don't know where it came from...well, I can guess. I drink a lot more. Bitter whiskey.
A little bit drunk
I'm drinking, but with venom. Never been much for being sober, but never been much for being sad.
I'm staggering, again. Rolling with it, swaying side-to-side and hitting off the walls.
I'm singing, to myself, soft stupid tunes with sad silly themes. And they matter, right now, to me.
Girl, I'm missing you, like I know I shouldn't. Like I said to myself I never would. It's gone wrong again inside my heart, I'm glad I know now it still can. That I can still feel for someone. But its hold on me, I don't know...I fear it.