Exhausted - May11, 2026

My bones are weary
My eyes ache
For this I blame my business
For this I blame my wake
But in the end it is my fault
But in the end I did not talk

Sorry my dear if I don't look
Into your eyes or into
My nooks and crannies
Of my sour brain

They say I have a way with words
I say it's 'cause I haven't seen worse
They say I have pretty light hair
I say I wish I wasn't from there
They say I sing loud and true
I say that it's quiet, hope not for you.