Cosmic Mess

What cosmic mess am I in this time? What higher power contrives a joke so dry? With a smile, a push from a great great height Blinding light before the gentle tide What cosmic mess am I in this time? A tableau of tangled limbs in light Of a window I push open at night And see me look right through me every time All the while I can see you sinking low But it's not my problem anymore Clothes strewn over a bed left unmade Dead plants by the desk and petals everywhere Who sees, who knows, who cares? I've forgotten my form All the while I can see you sinking low With you I'd have probably been in tow Not sure to where but I'm gonna go 'Cause you're not my problem anymore Not sure to where but I'm gonna go 'Cause you're not my problem anymore All the good times came and went Nothing seems to make much sense Seems I can't see back in Probably for the best, I think All the good times came and went Nothing seems to make more sense Seems I can't see back in Probably for the best, I think