I think I drank too much coffee
I feel like a slow motion explosion
Or the incoming tide of motivation's ocean

Depression interjects
Regression to lonely obsession
Regret opposes repose, daily

I must not be human
Or just one of the few men
With no beau tied to them

There must be something I’m doing wrong
Or something wrong with me
I’m 32 and only been in love once
And just for a few months.
I guess I’m just an ******* who can't sweet talk a princess