Baby, I’m Falling Apart

Is it time for another self-pitying song already? Time really does fly when you’re having fun.

Loudon Wainwright the third is one of my favorite songwriters and one who knows a thing or two about self-pity. If you don’t know the man’s work, you owe it to yourself to check it out. Here’s a snippet from his newest collection:

I’m just a leaky supertanker
With a lot of oil to spill
I’m feeling sorry for myself
But if I don’t, who will?

It’s one of the inspirations for this song, which I wrote last week:

It started out so promising
We both had so much fun
If this is just a game
Can’t we say you’ve won?
You’re so put together

Baby, I’m falling apart

I know it wasn’t your intention
To go and break my heart
I don’t need to mention
I was stupid, you were smart
You’re so put together

Baby, I’m falling apart

All my friends are asking me
Why I can’t think straight
Why can’t I figure out
If I’m early, if I’m late?
Maybe it doesn’t matter

Baby, I’m falling apart

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in various publications, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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