Starting A Fistfight In A Buc-ee's Parking Lot Just To Feel Something

I know
You're not
Happy
With me

If I go home drunk again
I promise I'd lose my shit
Why can't be happy with what I get
If I'm truly sorry, I'd fucking quit

I know
You're not
Happy
With me

I stopped smoking two weeks ago
So when I feel something, it's not my ego
I started reaching out to the ones I love
So I can try to be whole again

Because I'm a fucking mess
A lost cause at best
I'm a fucking mess
A lost cause at best