Made It Weird

had a show last night it went great i can only think of this part that i hate hard core fumbled a part of one song i keep replaying the part that went wrong bunch of folks after had said it went good i couldnt help letting them know where i stood killing all the audience buzz from that night cause i couldnt help saying it wasnt that tight caught in between the realms of whats real people’s perceptions verse what i feel most of the time its just in my head i still obsess on the words that i said i prefer not to talk on the phone the immediate nature is out of my zone i prefer text until it gets blown by one of us misinterpreting tone cant say how many times i forgot that you dont send messages sipping on scotch i knew from the dots i’d made a mistake i sent that smiley emoji too late i can get embarassed in thousands of ways and i hold that feeling for two or three days everybody else has up and moved on and im still here thinking about why im wrong cant help feeling a feel thats this large i really wish i had a way to discharge some folks smoke and others do coke im addicted to thinking about what i broke