adulthood

the night showing no remorse
suffocated by a duvet
i never realised how fucked up i was
until i couldn't sleep

the birds aren't beautiful at 5am
not today
the coffee is bitter
i drink it anyway

singing in the shower doesn't exist
records play in my head
the intention is there
but my mouth remains unopened

i hate the postman
whose name i've never known
i've grown numb to his existence
poor mr postman

i was never good at DIY
i never learnt
but what is a screw without a screwdriver
because i can never fucking find one