Sometimes when I’m sad,
The solution is easy;
I’ll just lather on lipstick
Or put The Beatles on repeat.

A long drive to clear my head,
A good book to ease my mind,
As it turns out contentment
Isn’t always hard to find.

But sometimes when I’m sad,
The solution seems shaded.
I can’t get thoughts together
And my rationale is jaded.

Then suddenly I’m sinking
With a truck on my chest,
In the middle of the night
When my mind disconnects.

The most frightening part
Of the nights I spend awake
In a panic, is that they start
As the sadness I can take.

So had I put that album on
Or gone to drive when I got off,
Maybe I’d have slept tonight
Instead of peeling myself up off

The kitchen floor at five am,
And showering the black out
From underneath my eyes
And dragging myself throughout

The coming day like it was nothing.
I’m an idiot to treat these ordeals like they’re nothing.
Though I have no idea at all how to stop them,
In reality they are very much something.