Get On or Get Out



i was hoping that...
maybe i could...
how about we...

move on?
finish a sentence?

something of that matter might seem to fit.
but you?...you're having none of it.

I can't read your mind.
and bitch...dont ever talk to me again.

at least until words fill out the empty spaces in your mouth,
just like the all the burns of a cigarette on your couch.
just like all the holes in your arm, while your chillin strung out.

I'm only waitin for the, 'help me'
i'm a cat and i can pounce.
check you into rehab, dress you up in blouse, fix up your hair, really tie your shoes, take a shower..maybe two. wash off the nasty.

I'm guessin I have to give up or pass on.
but no longer can i dwell on the fact that its the drug you love,
and there's no turning back until you really fall down.
but when you really fall...
I won't be there.
I'll be livin. I'll be breathin.
I'll be lookin through eyes with a sober shine.
I'll be full on, and out there, no sunken in skin bullshit.
my ribs are hidden, and my muscles and pumped.

I guess i'll just be waiting for you to give up.
my heart is only weaker than the skin I wear.
in the sense that maybe...we'll get there--
my mind has the threats that i can only carry out when i dont love someone.
but you, i cant see you unhappy...and this fake shit, its all i got.

I'm watchin you high, your smiling right?
its not with emotion though, thats your body.
your body is feelin right, at peace in the skin your in.

i want you..
happy and healthy.
i want you breathing
i want you needing to live.
give you reason, any season.
i want you, to NOT drift.

step out of your comfort zone.
welcome your withdrawal.
step away from the needle,
pricks last so long.

find happiness here in reality.
and that high wont ever move along.

it'll stick with you, drift with you.
while you work in place.

watch your mind flow, it'll produce something bountiful and glorious.
never ending and i'm hoping that maybe.
just maybe, you'll see the life out side this house.
all cracked out.
all maxed out.
debt up to your ears and you've dropped out.

i hope you find what you've been lookin for.
i left you with a note.
i hope your mind isn't crying for it, cause yea i'm walkin out.

i hope your lying on the floor when you read it.
crawling to your door when you read it.
i hope you get up and get on when you leave it, and stand up for more joke.
that lifestyle you live ya know?