This Mess

and you know, i'm not sure how, if i
can't even think straight, how i'm
supposed to figure out how to put it
down on paper. all these words keep
getting jumbled around and i lose track
of what i've thought and what i've said
and i forget which ones which, but that
doesn't stop me from thinking that i only
should have just stopped and told you
the truth that you wouldn't have judged
me like you always tell me not to do to
you, then we could have been saved of
this mess.