Wet Blanket

Binge drink all weekend and then crash into my couch
As all your bad faults sink in, you're afraid to leave them out
Though I guess you're kinda tired of improving on yourself
So quit before you're fired for your collapsing mental health
That you can't help

And now you're staring at your sleeping three year old daughter
Just remember she can't surive on Top Ramen and tap water
So send her back to the factory where they make human beings
Though her tiny, crinkled face will always haunt your vivid dreams
Until you're numb
To humanity for what you've done
Like birthing blue flowers that line your hospital room
Except no one gives a shit if you get well soon or if you die

So hear my tiny voice turning hoarse as I cry
That you've got to save yourself, because it's not my place to try
And I'd tell you to fuck off if I didn't really care
Though I know deep in your heart that you are not beyond repair
And I'm your wet blanket