I have a messed up version of reality
And this anger thing, really
I’m not good with times and dates
Have no clue how to make chili.
Not the best at keeping track
Don’t care about the score
In the daylight I’m quite the lady
At night I’ll be your whore.
I’m shameless when it comes to honestly
Completely abhor religion and it’s fans
Can make the best of any situation
Then ruin all your delicious plans.
I’m a mess on the road while driving
Everyone just seems to be in my way
Sometimes I want to be very serious
Then sometimes I just want to play.
I’ll start to read one book
Then decide I’ll read another
Never had a place to call home really
Never had a mother.
But looking back on all my life
There is nothing I’d rather be
I’m unapologetic, a tragic mess
And unmistakably me.