Some wounds just never close;
closed eyes, stuffed nose.
All that’s left of my innocence
is the residue stuck on my fingerprints.
On the side that I’ve been leaning
is that it’s time to do some deep cleaning.
So I stopped and then I dropped,
till I decayed, providing soil to crop.
I chose not to be there anymore,
long ago I closed that door.
My back needs a pat
still I need a temp check stat.
When I think of all of the money I spent,
I never thought that tomorrow was permanent.
Don’t you know it seemed like a cruel joke,
the day I learned it was something else that I could smoke.
Just wanting to dull my brain,
just wanting something to make me feel sane.
How could I learn to refrain,
when the absence caused me so much pain?
I chose not to continue that path,
and I felt my body’s wrath.
It’s my turn up to bat
but I need a temp check stat.
Are you decoding this
how I was imploding in bliss?
Every single day and every night
I spent my time playing the price is right.
Giving it all I had, I became that bad,
that I wouldn’t blame if I gave some shame
to my old man; my dad.
I decided not to be that way,
a choice that I make everyday.
tip your staff and your hat,
but I need a temp check stat.
I chose not to be there anymore,
long ago I closed that door.
My back needs a pat
still I need a temp check stat.