I sit up in bed
I have the mess in my head
I plan and I scheme
I get distracted, watch a couple memes
I start online shopping
And I find some pink paint
I find out about glitter additive
So pretty I might just faint
I can see it in my minds eye
So colourful and full of life
The perfect little environment
The grey is a painful detriment
I get stressed out,
About the placement of furniture
Because I never picked it out
I was never the determiner
I'm desperate not to stay
In black and white and grey
But then I get stressed again
About how much I'll have to pay
But I realise I've gotten ahead of myself
When I haven't even addressed my health
I really just want my own bookshelves
But that's gonna take a lot of wealth
So I take my thinking
And we go back to square one
All these drinks I'm not drinking
I need to get them gone
Cause I can't take it anymore
Everything all over the floor
I need to tackle the big chore
Even if everything goes in a drawer
If I am a plant
And this is my soil
Of course I'm not growing
I need to do some toil.
