Understatement

None of you would understand,
how my house is falling in...
from inside and out.
'The devil smiled and put on her
party dress... out on the curb
her curls were a mess'
My chaos is trembling through my
nimble or not so nimble hands...
and I do skip beats as I met
another man.

It's too late for regrets,
it's raw and lace-laced,
and I'm drunk again...
trying to forget...
trying to make sense of my world
that's a mess.

and I don't try to rhyme,
I don't.

I wish I could turn the clock back,
I wish I could turn black,
I wish I could have run away with your
wishes turned lack.

My curls have straightened,
My honesty has turned,
and I'm hurting myself again,
with vodka and lime.

But you wouldn't understand,
the urging within my chest,
He didn't understand and
I'm left in a mess.