Messes

Let's get all tied up in a knot
Pull it tight, keep it taut
Wrapped up in each other's presence
'Til the self is all but lost
Until we're unsure whose tongue is whose
Whose puppet strings we've overused
Like married marionettes,
Say, "I do",
To our next mess

Do I come off as insolent?
Overblown, arrogant
Do I come off as self-important?
Well, to me, I kind of am
If you don't want to watch this wreck
Watch me lose all self respect
I can't say I'd blame you - I'll
Blame myself -
For my next mess

Sometimes, the world feels like a fist
I'm all choked up in its grip
If there's a reason we exist,
Surely, I've been blowing it
A new generation of little shits
It's all a bit suspect,
Yet hard to resist...
Our next mess