You’re broke, couldn’t spot the silver lining out of that grey cloud;
You feel like that the only thing that can change the air around is doom’s day;
At the savior end you look upon to that one person…
Your mornings are heavy; nights feel like they’ve been there only-forever.
Getting out of the bed soaks every ounce of energy out of you.
A confidant arrives and is that one person…
An epitome of schmuck, a moniker of what we call messiness;
In this discotheque of world;
You always find solace in that one person…
Because deep down you can vouch upon the fact,
That right now whom can accept and arrange the disarranged you is exactly that one person.