Deadline

the clock sets off the alarm in me
seven am is usually too early
even the coffee i used to get
won’t wake up my weary head

i work for five days
straight on three jobs
too much to do i’m gone
i’m too lost you’ve won

i fucked up the deadline
time after time
and stepped on a landmine
but i’ll be fine
on the outside im trying to pretend
to be everything i’m not
on the inside i can’t forget the fact
i’m bruised and battered
broke and stuck

i hear their angry voices
ringing in my head
i’m staring at the screen
covered in cold sweat
and here’s my endless to do list
it tells me to do this
but then when i do it
i never get through it