I. I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to throw up in public
I don't want to stroke my own hair;
Or wipe my own tears
I don't want to cry.
I don't want my brain feeling fried.
I don't want to live in a cave
Or turn the lights on and feel my head rant and rave.
I don't want to feel that I should have done something a long time ago.
I don't want to realize that I should have let go.
I don't want to peer over my shoulder
I don't to deal with migraine disease like this when I'm older
I don't want to dump all my dreams in a bin
And I don't want to stay in the mood that I\'m in.
You're so close, Jay, don't give up-don't fear.
But I don't want to be sitting here
I want to be home snuggled in bed.
Musical dreams up in my head.
I don't want to figure out how to get home.
Gosh, I wanna stop crying.
There must be something inside me that needs to come out
I wish I knew what- I\'d give it a wide berth
But all I feel is like a puddle of pain
And I'm tired of it- and it's not even gonna rain
This throbbing head and I want to have a trial separation.
For our own good.
II. Inside I stay
I want to run
to jump, to play
there's nothing holding me back on this warm sunny day
(Other than work, I have to say)
But I feel like a new person
The only pain I feel is from chomping at the bit to stay at my desk.
My head doesn't hurt
My neck doesn't smart
If only I was a wordsmith, describing it would be an art.
There are no beasties here
Not in my office - with the lights on bright
Emerging from a cave -
my review of yesterday a rave.
that person earlier this week is not who I really am. (continued)
(I/She/ Me/)
Want to fly outside and dance
On this friday afternoon.
(The weekend can't come too soon)
When the Ride is over the Music Stops
