I’m asking to be numb from some things,
and that aint too bad if you’ve seen and known the things
I have.
The things that keep me up late at night
and make me want to forget,
the things that consume my mind and make me
sweat.
Broken down like a car without a mechanic
or engine oil
I can hear my mind pitifully sqeaking along in protest.
But there is no rest.
There is no rest from the mind that goes
on and on and on and on.
Until I learn to make it stop.
And be here.
Now.
I’m asking to be numb from some things,
and that ain’t too bad,
it ain’t much to ask.
I’ve seen and known some things,
some things I wouldn’t pass down.
Ignorance is bliss, miss.
There is a spot of chocolate on your lips
and I watch as it drips
onto your blouse.
Silently draining color from your face
I disgrace myself and my mind
all over,
every time.
Don’t tell me you don’t remember this feeling,
because it’s the one that made you this way.