Medication

This is the part of me that needs medication.
This is the part of me that believes in heaven.
This is the part of me that thinks outer space is all dead.
This is the part of me that wishes it was with it.
This is the part of me that's trying to be funny.
This is the part of me that loves my parents.
This is the part of me that thinks that ants are cavemen.
This is the part of me that thinks all humans are ants.
This is the part of me that learns from sitcoms.
This is the part of me that means nothing.

And I don't know.
Well, I could go away and you could wish that
I had stayed or just stayed gone
And I don't know.
And I don't know at all.
So, out of the context and into what you meant.
And you know your reasons.
You don't know who you are but you know who you want to be.
I don't know.
So you go to the library to get yourself a book
and you look and you look
but you didn't find anything to read.
And I don't know at all.

Left all my kinder parts rusting and peeling
That guy was complaining as he looked at the ceiling.
My nose isn't that big;
It looks nothing like me.
We're all doctors trading sadness for numbness
Grass looks much greener but it's green-painted cement.
The mayor's machines are there cleaning the pavement.
You can't make dirt clean so we'll just lemon scent it.


(Thanks for reminding me to go back to this song, M.)