defeated

oh life, you strike again!

so much madness in such a small coffee shop.
i blame the full moon--that's why everyone's crazy
that's why i'm out of my mind...

getting up and going-or i should say the lack thereof--it's getting me down...
i don't give a fuck where i go, i just want to be somewhere----anywhere

everyone complains about their boss--right??
why is my life reduced to a bake case, and doilies
that's right--fucking doilies--they consume me
haunting me in my sleep
mirrors, mirrors, doilies, mirrors...
it tyranical
tyranisaurical
or something like it

one day is pulled into twelve lifetimes
i'm not okay with the timebomb clicking inside of myself
i always find the loveliest ways to disappoint--

--like not putting cream cheese on a customer's bagel
it was the end of his world that we give cream cheese packs
instead of putting it on
so i put it on, and let him know he was an asshole
i hope he becomes a regular
b/c irony is just plain funny