This Life I’ve Bungled

About to dive deep into the hurt and pain

Not like living in the fast lane

Coming from my shadows a cry so profane

She had a mean streak I just couldn’t tame,

Cork screwing downward in flames

Only ghostly reflections remain

Talking down a swine’s mouth so insane

God, I have nothing to gain,

Let’s resume this repeat performance again

Thought I had more sense back then

My actions I wish I could defend

Love, can you hear the message I send?

Used to think I was a righteous man

Fooled myself with my own plans

With merciless little grains of sand

Spilling the blood all over my hands,

Will I change? Just let me kick the can

Further down into the badlands

Where all dreams of happiness are banned

Down where suffering is my own personal brand,

But there’s light at the end of the tunnel

Oh no! It’s a tornadic funnel!

I might as well sing the songs of Beau Brummel

It’s my fault this life I’ve bungled.