Hopeless

Waking up in someone’s arms somewhere in a bed

where no one knows exactly what you did or what you said

drunken nights taste so right until their mysteries

leave you guessing during breakfast at 3

And I don’t recall the five missed calls to show up on my phone

I apologize for reaching out, I must’ve felt alone

an honest plea for sympathy is what I had in mind

could you hear it through the talking red wine?

Am I hopeless

or just hopelessly holding

on to something

to all the wrong things?

I’m homeless

or is home a delusion

that keeps on hiding

I can not find it now

Waking up in my own arms, not even in a bed

I wish I could explain myself but it’s just f*cking sad

surrounded by the sweet perfume of those who didn’t stay

will it linger for the rest of the day?

Loneliness my oldest friend is taking up my time

no one knows the bottle like he who’s left behind

I’m trying to feel some empathy for the demons in my head

it’s a battle that I haven’t lost yet

Am I hopeless

or just hopelessly holding

on to something

to all the wrong things?

I’m homeless

or is home a delusion

that keeps on hiding

I can not find it now

I’ve been hit and running

with pupils dilated

I want to open up

but Lords know I hate it, that

I can’t seem to find

the door to mind

Am I hopeless, or is hope just not very kind?