Melissa, I'm Drunk

Unsure, unpredictable, unreliable and having a blast through all the confusion

Trying to overcome what I already know, my own hand-crafted limitations

I whisper to myself that I can do whatever I want, when It needs to be shouted

No one was there to do that for me, until it was too late

I don't want to be a bus driver anymore

I'm going back further in time, to that kid who wanted to be an archaeologist because of
Jackie Chan Adventures

I'm trying it out

My head hurts in a spiritual realm

And one night I went out by myself to eat dinner at a bar
I had a burger, mac and cheese, and a beer

I walked home and I felt good,
really good

I walked straight, my shoulders didn't hunch up, I was focused
Finally feeling as how I thought I should feel everyday
Except I wasn't sober
Then I got scared


I'm an artist somewhere
I'm sensitive about shit

Called mum and told her what happened
She asked how much I drink because my dad was an alcoholic
Something I never knew
"He'd wake up and start drinking before the sun was even out"
Something I never knew

I'm on the last stretch of these college years and like a lot of other people, I don't know what the fuck is
next

So, Melissa I'm drunk

I'm drunk on the weekends and working on the weekdays
Trying it out one day at a time

Melissa I'm drunk
and you all hurt me
You all murdered me

You all told me you loved me and never spoke to me again

I can't wait my whole life
I bought shirts instead, shirts that fit me
a lot of shit that fits me, very well

Do better than well out there
Because the difference between me and you is,
I know I don't have any other choice

Later Days, Longer Nights