It's another day of work,
I'm hungover.
I'm tired
The snow is settled,
surely melting.
My depression has me
locked in the bathroom.
Ten minutes.
Management,
Give me ten minutes
To swallow my sorrow
I'll sit in the bathroom
count my heartbeat,
And
Remember the sweet kiss
Of the summer sun.
Ten minutes to bask in my sorrow.
Management,
Give me ten minutes.