Crl+Alt+Del

My systems are down
I wish i could just hit Control, Alt, delete -bring up my task manager---
I'd look at all the programs running slow--love life, finances, health, & career.
In the status corner it would say
--Not responding--
I wish could just hit control a-
select them all ---
& shut them down...
I wish I could click on Norton & run a virus check ...
-it would pull up all my insecurities
And delete them...
I wish I could clear off my desk top--
Put everything in nice rows
I wish I could go to into my control pannel-
I'd head straight for add or remove programs
Uninstall anger, fear, & jealousy
I wish I could go to manage my system
I'd run a disk space
Free up some memory- compress the thoughts of him
I wish I could go into appearances
Scroll through & select a new background
I wish i could log on-line &
Download a new version of me
I'd likd to see 2.0.1.0 me
I wish I could back up all my goals on an external drive
I'd like to hibernate after moments of no use
I wish I could just hit restart when frozen in a situation
Or log off when I am not working like I'm suppose to

Alcohol

One sip
Turns to two then three
One drink turns to four then five
I feel so alive as I dip and I dive
Around the bend
Here's a fin, lets begin
Our downwards spiral
Down, down we go
Headed to the dance floor
We never should have started
Now we actin hella retarted
Laughing, dancing, flirting-just doing
our thing
Answering the phone when it rings
Knowing we can't hear a fucking thing
As Beyonce tells him to put a ring on it...
We swag and surf our way to the bar
Which seems kinda far
Pushing through the crowd
Its hella loud
We shout back and forth
Aint I ... So fresh and so clean... Clean
Order another round
We still get'n down
Bogus Dudes grabbing our waist
Time to put em in their place
As one sip turns to two then three
The sound of the clock keeps going tick tock
Last call is announced
Time to bounce
But Where to next
Where's the waitress with the check
My eyes are blurry as I head to the lex
Outside the air is chill-
Now I wondering if I paid my bill
Ooh girl My hair is matted
Some one shouts Let's go get tatted
In a drunken haze we raise our hands to slap 5...
Miss each other by a mile wide
Giggles erupt
People turn to stare
But we don't care
Stilettos pinching
Dress rising
Make up caking
Cause at the end of the night
We'll laugh and we'll fight
But once that drink gets in sight
we Know everything will be all rite