So I Shotgunned a Beer and Went Back to Bed

Why are my eyes
Always shifting away from anyone
Everyone else’s eyes?
A minor case; major depressive
A fantastic film score
My father’s bike; my weight descending
With nothing to wait for
Then I push my hair back
Then I mess it up
Then I bite my tongue from singing
What you’ll all say
«You swore that you would live your life without regret
Well, what do you wait for?»
Melissa, I fucked up
I won’t cut my arms off
That won’t keep me warm at night
And I’ll do my best to live my life without regret