Vacation

i'm clueless when it comes to men.
i'd rather be lonely then end up with him.
i set the bar too low.
i'm just amazed at how low it can go.
i'm listening to a foreign language
trying to make sense of it,
but it's giving me a headache.
i want to shut down my brain.
i think that would get rid of all my pain.

i'd point the finger at the person to blame,
but i would just be pointing at myself.
i need to find a new way to cope.
the pills and the booze aren't getting it done.
i need to run away from myself.
a vacation from my own neurotic tendencies,
that would be perfect, as long as i went without me.

i spin myself in circles.
i cover the same ground over and over.
i need a change of pace.
a new place with no memories.
i could look around without being haunted,
but i'm broke, so getting away is a joke.
i'll just buy a pretty painting and
jump into to it instead.
that is the closet i'll get to escaping from here.