Tipsy

Tipsy

By: Nick Workman

 

What the f**k am I thinking?

What the f**k am I drinking?

Some body tell me,

Why the f**k am I shrinking?

I’m going insane

I’m losing my mind

I can only spill stupid thoughts

One drip at a time

Words splat on the floor

Forming sentences and phrases

That no body will understand

Who would know my craziness?

Um, well… me, I guess

But even I can’t comprehend

Sometimes I feel like letting go

I’m intrigued by the infamous end

I cannot explain

All the torture and pain

That’s brought on to me

By my very own brain

Why am I lost?

Thought I figured it out

Well, back to square one

Cuz what I knew before, I doubt

It’s a shame I’m a waste

All I want is a taste

What’s in my way is the person

In the mirror I faced

Who the f**k are you,

Looking back at me?

I’ve seen you before somewhere

I recognize you, actually

It’s been a long time, man

How the f**k have you been?

I can’t wait to burn up

Some chronic with you again

Shake my hand like a man

Reach out… See, I can

Wait, the mirror’s in the way

Oh f**k… You’re me, man