yay

Way too early  to be in this state
In flux of overall misery and distaste
Before four


The hours of the wee morning got my heart feeling sore. 
Typical shit I say
Before four


This is what I get for over indulging 
And telling you off for the mere fact
That you didn't like the names I coined of you.


Stupid.


Ah what a waste, now I'm up yay early and way too late, with an in flux of misery and overall distaste.


I might as well have breakfast now
Gouge a spoonful of cardboard flavored oatmeal 
Forge my sweet sentiment on you just so I can say have a good day and forgive me. 
If they serve you pancakes at the diner, I'll make sure they don't give you strawberry.


Little things that are stupid, trivial, petty.
Shallow.


Repetitive yes, like stanza one and two and towards the middle.
But unless your girls want to meddle
There's no need to reduce this to a downgraded apology.


I'll do better so that yay early in the crack of dawn 
I'll be singing those sweet sentiments
Written down in a song, my intentions are benevolent