Some day my room will be clean
and some day my life will be too.
Some day I’ll sleep in a freshly-made bed
with my sheets at my toes
and my dreams in my head,
and with you.
Oh but time is still running its mouth
speaking too fast to know
what it’s talking about.
And I know I’ll have fun
in a week, or a year…
but my greatest love is the mess I have