A recipe to fuck up

You'll need a dozen of swallowed words
And a glass of held back tears
A song with totally fucked up chords
While adding surrendered fears
Then add a tiny pinch of guilt
Slow-cooked and stirred for a while
Make sure that the water you add is spilt
On top chuck some broken smile
Mix all together in a tiny bowl
Smaller than size of your head
If there are no leaks and no holes
Then try to go to the bed
Close your eyes to fall asleep
And feel how it starts to boil
Let yourself to become a creep
Then wrap up the mix in foil
Store it in dry, dark and quiet place
Make sure that nobody knows
Show to others pretentious face
And see how far it goes