You drank my mind
as I drank my wine.
Then I switched to rum,
and you got me drunk.
Looking for the right thing to do
always seems to play it wrong.
Twist on the borderline is what I do
with skills of loss, and hurt, and gloom.
Sometimes I wish I was blind
to what you had in mind.
But I am only an empty glass of yesterday.
Still I have to make it through the day.
*snafu – situation normal, all fucked up