Wake Up Call

The way I look at my life, analyzing what needs to change.

Music floods the speakers,
soft lighting dims the room.
A bourbon bottle lazes the table,
my pyjama's become my costume.

I pretend that I'm happy,
I force a winning smile.
Out comes the weed,
And I zone out for a while.

Some days are different,
they're not all the same.
Life is falling to pieces
And I've run out of people to blame.