This Mess

Wake up slow

Time to go

I roll out of bed and hit, the road

Hour drive

Hand on my thigh

I roll the windows down, and sigh

She said don't let the moments pass, you by

Drive back home

Stare at my phone

And I'm rollin' once again, I guess

What the fuck did I do to deserve this mess

Small pear tree

Front porch swing

Are daily reminders that I do not have her

Yeah when I said I was done

It wasn't just for fun

But now I've changed my mind

I wish I had her back

But I can't change that