Fuckup
Did I fuck up again?
My mistake it poisons,
pulsing through my head
Pooling in my gut
But so what?
I force myself to deserve what I got
Trade a king-sized bed for a nasty little cot
And I’m caught up in all these things that I’ve done wrong
And so I’m telling you
The worst is yet to come
I haven’t even yet begun
To become
Some sorry sad sack on the run
I’m a fuckup through and through
I feel I’ve messed up, done wrong by you
And I’ll say it first
So I don’t have to hear you say something worse
I don’t know what came over me
Left excuses at the door so anyone could see
I’m tearing at the seams
And it seems not to be
Enough
In lieu of an apology
I’ll flap my lips together for a verse or three
Hoping to impart
Open my heart
Get across the lengths I go to beat my back against the wall
To forget I didn’t call
When the hammer comes down from this fist of mine
I’ll beat you to the punch and make a wreckage of my life
I’ve no need to tell you
The worst is yet to come
I haven’t even yet begun
To become
Some sorry sad sack on the run
I’m a fuckup through and through
I feel I’ve messed up, done wrong by you
And I’ll say it first
So I don’t have to hear you say something worse
You better brace yourself, my friend
I know that you’ve been waiting long
But when I come upon an end
I would do anything not to be wrong
Time ticks off chances one by one
I tried to stop it all for naught
So I throw myself under the bus
Let my conscience come undone
Spill my soul upon the pavement in the sun
I’ve come here to tell you
I know I’ve been unfair
And it’s a lot to ask you to care
When you’re the one
That I have been hiding from
I did you dirty this I know
It’s hard to wrap my head around so
I’ll take this cut, I’ll say my sorries, salt the wounds that I made up
The worst is yet to come
I haven’t even yet begun
To become
Some sorry sad sack on the run
I’m a fuckup through and through
I fear I’ve messed up, I’ve done wrong by you
And I’ll say it first
So I don’t have to hear you say something worse
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it direct action, and then
She lost my grandpa’s medicine,
My water bill was late,
She shredded wedding invitations
And she did not hesitate.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
We didn’t know if it was crickets or tinnitus that kept her up at night.
But don’t we all know that feeling in those lonely hours when something isn’t right?
Call it fate, call it karma, call it anything but boredom.
I mean that’s what it is, but no need to put too fine a point on it.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it a Saturday well spent.
She threw out my aunt’s thank you notes
And spat upon the census,
She delivered all our love letters
But to the wrong addresses.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She tampers with forever stamps,
Covered envelopes with gum,
Rubs together eager hands,
She’s only just begun!
And just about three days ago
Our Peggy lost her job.
Better pay for overnight
For it won’t be long…
But who could ever tell what might set her off?
It changes every time.
The one thing that we can tell you all for sure is that you’ll be fine,
But for those of us stuck here it’s just a simple fact of life.
It’s just another day with our local postal parasite.
So we sigh!
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She thinks the task is just her bent.
She ignores the fragile stickers
And throws packages about,
She signs her name on each petition so that there can be no doubt:
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.