Cosmic Mess

What cosmic mess am I in this time
What higher power contrives a joke so dry
With a smile a push from a great great height
Blinding light before the gentle tide

What cosmic mess am I in this time
A tableau of tangled limbs in light
Of a window I push open at night
And see me look right through me every time

And all the while I can see you sinking low
But it’s not my problem anymore

Clothes strewn over a bed left unmade
Dead plants by the desk and petals everywhere
Who sees, who knows, who cares?
I've forgotten my form

All the while I can see you sinking low
With you I'd have probably been in tow
Not sure to where but I'm gonna go
'cause you're not my problem anymore
Not sure to where but I'm gonna go
'cause you're not my problem anymore

All the good times came and went
Nothing seems to make much sense
Seems I can't see back in
Probably for the best, I think

All the good times came and went
Nothing seems to make more sense
Seems I can't see back in
Probably for the best, I think