Do you have a little time to hear all about a sad tale?

Would you like to sit and listen while I vent, and I vent well

And I have no sense of how to read a room when I’m in one

And it’s unnerving for you to witness me when I’m dusted and done

And it’s a shame when I start to complain and I run hot

And it’s all about what I have and it’s also what I have not

Well I’m at fifty fucking percent of capacity

I never knew I’d handle it with such tenacity

And you, you seem to think you have audacity

But I know how it’s been and I know how it goes

In retrospect I can see that I do skew only on the intel

But I’ve been diagnosed with so much shit I don’t even know how to tell

Things come at a price when you’re caught in the unknown

And I always seem to take the easy road like a bird flown

And it’s a pity when I don’t give the utmost permission to myself

And how about when I put things high up out of reach on the closet shelves

Well I’m at thirty fucking percent of capacity

I never knew I’d handle it with such tenacity

And you, you seem to think you have audacity

But I know how it’s been and I know how it goes

Ho hum ho hum I’m looking for shit to do

Nothing works out when I do the things that I’m supposed to do

Way to bend the truth to get all the things that I want to have

Fucked up way of doing it as I throw myself into trash

And now I’m twenty fucking percent of capacity

I never knew I’d label it with such mendacity

And you, you get to witness my great tragedy

But I know how it’s been and I know how this goes