Release

Perfect State of Imperfection

Why are you yelling?
You're both adults, settle it as such
don't scream like little children
saying "You bought the wrong chicken!"
and shoving grocery lists into each other's faces
talking about cheese
and how it isn't the right blend
and complaining about receipts you'll trash anyway
not speaking all night
using your daughter as a messenger
to relay useless information
like where the rice is in the refrigerator
you can't even say that to each other?
Funny how you call me immature
when you're the immature one
it's hilarious really
you're married
and you start yelling at me
telling me of all my faults
while mom plays the depressed cynic
saying nonsense about divorce
and talking about those pills
those fucking pills
that fucked my mother over
when she took them
and fucked her over
when she doesn't
and this is complete and utter shit, I tell you
I play my music to drown out your yelling
and the screaming
and I can't take it anymore
I have no one I want to talk to on
he left to do what he does
and I feel alone
try to block you out
but I can't
so I take the truck out, crying
crying about how unfair life is
how I'm always on a mountain when I fall
so I go up to my creek
but I don't pray today
instead I cry
I cry for you
I cry for me
I cry for him
I cry for her
I cry until I'm so fucking sick and tired of crying
sick and tired of lying
pretending my life's perfect
I'm so perfect
So fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.
So tiring, this facade
I'm fucking tired
Funny how something so small like chicken
leads to your hatred towards each other coming out
and torturing us all
bit by bit, piece by piece
but I'm glad, in a way
that my tears appear dry after jumping in the creek
and after a few days, you calm down
and mom does too
and you hug and make up
and everything goes back to
that perfect state of imperfection
I've fallen in love with.