Said goodbye to Jesus on a traffic-jammed highway,
While a man in a truck praised his name.
Quiet time started in a mid-morning holding cell
When I could see his face through dirty glass.
A good man deserves better, and I shut myself down.
I'll fix it myself, figure it out, set things in motion,
Make it all happen, love life anyway, smile if it hurts and try try try.
Chose love over sex and set the body on hibernate,
Control yourself girl, you're better than that.
You need that release, but your vices are gone.
Gave up snorting, and my nose stopped bleeding,
No more pills and the chemicals evened out,
Haven't had a beer in months, maybe weeks,
But I've got fewer headaches and not so many ups and downs.
Trade those highs for evens, a vial for those books,
You've a future, you should plan it better,
Don't forget to raise that hand. Permission granted?
And I'm prostrate to a mind that I haven't admired since two lifetimes ago.
I've got no way to make this poetry,
No means by which to bring happiness with this thought,
It's the extremes I miss and the balance I loathe,
I stopped feeling a long time ago.
Bring me stars, a new plan, a new man, a fresh start.
Justify the pain that never became a sound wave,
Or just make it my own and set it aside.
Time for my life, to pause is to die...
and I push play one more time.
While a man in a truck praised his name.
Quiet time started in a mid-morning holding cell
When I could see his face through dirty glass.
A good man deserves better, and I shut myself down.
I'll fix it myself, figure it out, set things in motion,
Make it all happen, love life anyway, smile if it hurts and try try try.
Chose love over sex and set the body on hibernate,
Control yourself girl, you're better than that.
You need that release, but your vices are gone.
Gave up snorting, and my nose stopped bleeding,
No more pills and the chemicals evened out,
Haven't had a beer in months, maybe weeks,
But I've got fewer headaches and not so many ups and downs.
Trade those highs for evens, a vial for those books,
You've a future, you should plan it better,
Don't forget to raise that hand. Permission granted?
And I'm prostrate to a mind that I haven't admired since two lifetimes ago.
I've got no way to make this poetry,
No means by which to bring happiness with this thought,
It's the extremes I miss and the balance I loathe,
I stopped feeling a long time ago.
Bring me stars, a new plan, a new man, a fresh start.
Justify the pain that never became a sound wave,
Or just make it my own and set it aside.
Time for my life, to pause is to die...
and I push play one more time.
