Oh, look at the mess I’ve made
And it’s only the beginning.
On the job for less than a day
And in waist deep, I'm nearly swimming.

My hand moves on its own,
No need for my mind to guide it,
And in the darkest days when I'm alone
You’ll tell me I am lost, but Ill deny it.

I'm picking up the pieces
But they’re sharp and it hurts my back to bend.
Why do I even try? I count the reasons,
Absent minded…. I begin again.

I laugh at my reflection ‘til it fades out
And when I'm by myself I **** the lights.
Companionship is hyped – there is no doubt!
What use could I have for it here tonight?

No one need endure the mess I've crafted
For no one else on earth could ever see,
Each scattered piece is lied down with a purpose;
With intentions… Ill though they may be…

And from my work I've harvested satisfaction
For nothing on this earth could near replace it.
And what started as a meaningless distraction
Has grown into this mess that I created.