Checking up on you And making sure you're Doing alright has made It's way to the the Top of my priorities
And it's not just you, It's everyone Are you alright without her Did he call you back Have your parents worked it out Maybe the job offer will call tomorrow
And yet. I haven't made my way To the top of anyone else's list
Driving myself into the ground To make sure everyone else Is satisfied, and still not once Has someone stopped To ask if I'd like a shovel To dig myself out of Everyone else's mess That's layered itself On top of my own
So I'll pour myself Another glass of wine (At least it realizes I need a break from this decay) And wait for the day You ask if I'm doing okay
i'm not one to throw a pity party, but tonight I will weep.