The Bathroom Floor

I hate being sober

I mean, I fucking hate it

I enjoyed being a drunk

I know it’s not for everybody

But everything’s gotta be for somebody, right?

Somebody’s gotta be the mess

And somebody’s gotta like being the mess

That’s the way I look at it

I should have died a long time ago

In a dirty hotel room

On a dirty bathroom floor

Surrounded by towels

That don’t belong to anybody

What could be more comforting than that?

But I just couldn’t do that

To some poor maid

If my ex-husband could’ve found me

Maybe I would have felt differently

But he’d been dead for years at that point

So why bother?

I been in a lot of hotel rooms

Some nicer than others

I been in a lot of dressing rooms

Some nicer than others

I kissed a lot of men

…Some a lot nicer than others

And I know what a finish line looks like

Every good runner does

And a long time ago

I saw a finish line

And I thought I was done

Said, I’m gonna cross there

And that’s gonna be it for me

I’ll have made it

As far as I’m gonna go

I touched the tape

I heard the crowd roar

Got flowers put around my neck

Like a prize winner

And I laid down

Ready to get shot

But nothin’ happened

I looked around

Got up

And started walking

You ever finish a race

And keep walkin?

What else you gonna do, right?

It’s not like somebody’s waiting there for you

With a wheelchair

You cross the finish line

And they expect you to keep going

And if you don’t got it in you

That’s just too bad for you, ain’t it?

‘Cause the world don’t stop spinning

And ain’t nothin’ finished

Just because you’re finished

Just because you got nothin’ left

So I kept movin’

Tellin’ stories

Spinnin’ songs

Waiting for another finish line

Waiting for somebody to show up

With that wheelchair

Tell me to take a load off

Let me put my feet up

And just go to sleep, you know?

On some cool bathroom floor

Surrounded by towels