My Exhausted Month (Of May)

Spent the last year motivating everyone else
 While I should have been motivating myself
 Before you moved or got off the couch
 Of my house
 This calendar hour's pushing thirty
 Stack laundry, call me lazy while the work piles up
 It's always unfinished dishes
 Digging ditches in the bottom of the sink while I can't wake up
 Am I tired or expired?
 Am I the product of lost afternoons?
 Pull the covers up, procrastinate all day
 Procrastinate 'till I turn blue
 Exchange sours and downers for bitters and jitters
 Nightcaps for nothing new
 A string of bad luck tied on so tight
 A spring in our step for staggered nights
 Take me outside to shine a light
 Toward the glaze passing down the whites of my eyes
 Phonetic and pathetic
 Just the product of lost afternoons
 Spent the last year motivating everyone else
 While I should have been motivating myself
 Before you moved or got off the couch
 Of my house