Shameful

I'm extremely bad at being responsible
I think I'm getting worse
I used to be a real adult,
back when I was young,
I used to be very serious
Now I don't know...
I'm straggling, I'm wayward

But that's okay.
I think it's okay
It all amounts to nothing anyway
The things you save will just crisp and die
Like old yellow newspapers in the attic

I've always wanted to be able to play life
As the game of chance it is
Just a roll of the dice
And let go
Once your hands leave the table