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 string 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 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 All of our friends are having kids A new generation of little shits It's all a bit suspect, Yet hard to resist Our next mess --- Messes - Tim Kasher