my feet are on fire.
and
i'm crying my eyes out.


over the things that i have done.
that
i wouldn't have done.
that
i shouldn't have done.
that
oh
what does it matter?


i have a motorcycle helmet
and
a rotting pineapple.

a sink of dirty dishes
and
all i want to do is sleep.



this is what happens
when
you believe
a ruby tuesdays waitress.