"Crack Pipes"
i'd give a 21 gun shot salute...
with the toy rifle that you bought me, but it won't shoot.
and all is well, because there's been one too many shots.
the sterile robots want to talk to me about detox.
stop the presses. there's been an update delivered via 1:30a.m. phone call.
when an only half-informative source talks discretely...
meet me...at the family room on the side of the intensive care unit.
immediately...i'll carry a tune, but the siren's so loud i can't hear my music.
keep free...of negative thoughts. everything'll be fine we all assumed.
that it would go back to the way things were. that it would go back to normal soon.
i saw the moon in a way that i'd never seen it before when i looked up that night,
into the sky...wondering why...looking for answers. guess i ain't asked right.
i'm guessing most of y'all out there know exactly what that's like.
what that's like. now tell me...what's that like?
it's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight.
it's like when a girl grins and a motion of hers that holds your arm and grabs tight.
hurl him into the ocean. one of them cold sweat, heat flash types.
but extreme fluctuations and temperature changes have been known to crack pipes...
crack pipes...
crack pipes.
meet me...halfway and i'll go that extra length just to help your strength.
meet me at the aa meeting, needing to take more than twelve steps.
bring me to your hiding place so i can face your vice grip.
i'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick.
come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello.
then afterwards...backstage...to let me know that you enjoyed the show.
then go to grandma's house for sunday dinner. sit at the head of the table.
take away the fatal flaw you made the day before i seen you bleed.
meet me...on christmas eve. we can fight but make up before you leave.
make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams.
meet me at the fork in the road where the lost souls get indecisive.
meet me at the crossroads so i can have someone to walk into the light with.
Had a little of a setback today. Too many random thoughts and bad dreams. I hate feeling so desperate and out of control. They gave me a few (5) valium for anxiety and lack of sleep. They wouldn't give me more because they are afraid of me becoming addicted. I can't see my doc until next Thursday. For as weak as I feel, I have some comfort in knowing that I WONT bury myself in a bottle or some other substance (I really wish I could). I feel like I am the only one who doesn't have a say in my life. I know this will change and things will get better, but the waiting is killing me.
James Freeman Kelly: 1 September 1953-10 January 2000
David Alan Kelly: 3 February 1950-14 October 2005
I need you both now more than ever. I wish I could have said goodbye.
i'd give a 21 gun shot salute...
with the toy rifle that you bought me, but it won't shoot.
and all is well, because there's been one too many shots.
the sterile robots want to talk to me about detox.
stop the presses. there's been an update delivered via 1:30a.m. phone call.
when an only half-informative source talks discretely...
meet me...at the family room on the side of the intensive care unit.
immediately...i'll carry a tune, but the siren's so loud i can't hear my music.
keep free...of negative thoughts. everything'll be fine we all assumed.
that it would go back to the way things were. that it would go back to normal soon.
i saw the moon in a way that i'd never seen it before when i looked up that night,
into the sky...wondering why...looking for answers. guess i ain't asked right.
i'm guessing most of y'all out there know exactly what that's like.
what that's like. now tell me...what's that like?
it's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight.
it's like when a girl grins and a motion of hers that holds your arm and grabs tight.
hurl him into the ocean. one of them cold sweat, heat flash types.
but extreme fluctuations and temperature changes have been known to crack pipes...
crack pipes...
crack pipes.
meet me...halfway and i'll go that extra length just to help your strength.
meet me at the aa meeting, needing to take more than twelve steps.
bring me to your hiding place so i can face your vice grip.
i'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick.
come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello.
then afterwards...backstage...to let me know that you enjoyed the show.
then go to grandma's house for sunday dinner. sit at the head of the table.
take away the fatal flaw you made the day before i seen you bleed.
meet me...on christmas eve. we can fight but make up before you leave.
make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams.
meet me at the fork in the road where the lost souls get indecisive.
meet me at the crossroads so i can have someone to walk into the light with.
Had a little of a setback today. Too many random thoughts and bad dreams. I hate feeling so desperate and out of control. They gave me a few (5) valium for anxiety and lack of sleep. They wouldn't give me more because they are afraid of me becoming addicted. I can't see my doc until next Thursday. For as weak as I feel, I have some comfort in knowing that I WONT bury myself in a bottle or some other substance (I really wish I could). I feel like I am the only one who doesn't have a say in my life. I know this will change and things will get better, but the waiting is killing me.
James Freeman Kelly: 1 September 1953-10 January 2000
David Alan Kelly: 3 February 1950-14 October 2005
I need you both now more than ever. I wish I could have said goodbye.
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oh man, my mom's huge stuffed animal is wearing that thing still.