Trailer Park Nightmare

Yeah, I tried being calm.

Didn’t fit. Let’s try honest.

I woke up late with my phone on red,

Three missed calls and a war in my head,

Bills on the table,

gas light bright, And my dumbass still said,

"We’ll be alright." Boss hit my line like,

"Where you at?" I said,

"Stuck in hell with a flat and a cat That keeps looking

at me like I’m the problem." Man,

even my bad luck’s got options.

Coffee gone cold, shoes untied,

Pissy little mood with my pride outside,

Neighbor talking loud through the paper-thin wall,

Like I need one more jackass today at all.

I’m not mad, I’m just fully awake,

With a smile on my face and a hand on the brake,

Trying not to tell the whole damn room,

"Move, before I turn this Tuesday into doom." And I swear I

tried, But patience packed up and left my side,

Now every little thing feels personal,

Like the universe wants me to take it verbal.

What the fuck do you want from me?

I’m running on fumes and cheap caffeine,

I got bullshit stacked to the ceiling fan,

Still walking like I got a master plan.

Goddamn, I’m fine, don’t ask twice,

I laugh when life starts throwing knives,

If I’m a mess,

then let me shine,

I’m outta my damn mind.

Got a text from my ex like,

"Hope you’re well," That’s a cute little postcard straight from hell,

Like, bitch, I was healing,

thanks for the shove,

Now I’m in the parking lot beefing with love.

My car making sounds like it knows my sins,

Engine coughing like, "Here we go again," Mechanic said,

"It might be bad." No shit,

man, that’s all I’ve had.

Some dickhead cut me off in the lane,

Then stared like I invented rain,

I waved with one finger,

classy and quick, A tiny little "peace sign" with extra kick.

I’m broke, I’m tired,

I’m over the game,

But I still walk in like they know my name,

Asshole grin with a half-dead spark,

Still bringing fireworks into the dark.

And I swear I tried,

But calm don’t stick when the wires get

fried, Now every fake smile feels criminal,

And my last nerve turned subliminal.

What the fuck do you want from me?

I’m running on fumes and cheap caffeine,

I got bullshit stacked to the ceiling fan,

Still walking like I got a master plan.

Goddamn, I’m fine, don’t ask twice,

I laugh when life starts throwing knives,

If I’m a mess,

then let me shine,

I’m outta my damn mind.

I’ve been called a bastard,

a problem, a prick,

Too loud, too much,

too quick to flip,

Maybe they’re right, maybe I’m cooked,

But look where being polite got took.

I bit my tongue till my mouth went numb,

Tried playing nice, tried acting dumb,

Now I say what I mean when the room gets tense,

Because "fine" don’t pay for the damage expense.

So here’s to the shitshow,

Here’s to the fall,

Here’s to the fuckups

Still answering the call.

Here’s to the nights

When the lights go thin,

And you laugh like hell

Just to not give in.

What the fuck do you want from me?

I’m running on fumes and cheap caffeine,

I got bullshit stacked to the ceiling fan,

Still walking like I got a master plan.

Goddamn, I’m fine, don’t ask twice,

I laugh when life starts throwing knives,

If I’m a mess,

then let me shine,

I’m outta my damn mind.

Yeah, I’m tired. Yeah,

I’m pissed. Yeah, I’m still here.

Son of a bitch.