Week 2 Living rent-free in your head
Little babe
Ma always said I got my wrongs mixed up with my rights.
They owe me $2500, serves them right I take a little collateral.
Yet here we are, two strung out scrawny men are chasing me, bats in hand.
I'm telling myself just keep running, Don't stop running.
Maybe you'll trip and get caught up this time.
Reason with them, you'll hold on to this until you get your money back
All is good, they don’t mind and will get your money back ASAP!
Perhaps you'll become a fish jump into the river, Poof they can't find you!
When's the last time you took your meds? 3 days? 12 days? Whos counting!
It’s foggy today, ‘round 55 degrees. Perfect running type of day.
The steady pavement gives no forgiveness go your achy knees
Finally, the sweet relief of being surrounded by the forest calms you.
But It's raining from your arms, she's crying.
You have a baby in your arms, not your baby, their baby.
A baby you shouldn't have, but they shouldn't have either. Bunch of lowlife meth users. You know the type. You enable them. Keep them hooked to pay your bills.
They owe you too much money this time.
And hell you sure as shit know they can't take care of a kid. They won't break the cycle.
You know in 13 years she'll be lighting up and walking corners seeking the same men who raised her to destroy her.
If they really loved her they should thank you!
You know what? You think to yourself, fuck the money. What are you gonna do with a kid?
She's bright pink from frustration. Her cries only growing louder and louder. She's kinda cute, for a screaming baby of course.
Is this what it comes down to?
Whats right and what's wrong when chaos is your normal?
Your vision goes hazy staring into the opening between the shrubs. They have no clue where you've went.
You wrap the baby in the blanket tighter.
Squeezing her tighter.
She's screaming louder but you've covered her mouth.
You start counting down,
20…
19…
18…
17...
A sound you have only heard dogs make when you accidentally step on their paw squeaks out from the bundle.
What the fuck are you doing?
You can't kill her. That's wrong, and your trying to do right. Thats not what Ma would do.
“Shit I’m sorry babe” your confused and there's something deep in your stomach but get up to start running anyways.
There's no way they’ll get her back.
She'll thank you someday.
Ma always said I got my wrongs mixed up with my rights.
They owe me $2500, serves them right I take a little collateral.
Yet here we are, two strung out scrawny men are chasing me, bats in hand.
I'm telling myself just keep running, Don't stop running.
Maybe you'll trip and get caught up this time.
Reason with them, you'll hold on to this until you get your money back
All is good, they don’t mind and will get your money back ASAP!
Perhaps you'll become a fish jump into the river, Poof they can't find you!
When's the last time you took your meds? 3 days? 12 days? Whos counting!
It’s foggy today, ‘round 55 degrees. Perfect running type of day.
The steady pavement gives no forgiveness go your achy knees
Finally, the sweet relief of being surrounded by the forest calms you.
But It's raining from your arms, she's crying.
You have a baby in your arms, not your baby, their baby.
A baby you shouldn't have, but they shouldn't have either. Bunch of lowlife meth users. You know the type. You enable them. Keep them hooked to pay your bills.
They owe you too much money this time.
And hell you sure as shit know they can't take care of a kid. They won't break the cycle.
You know in 13 years she'll be lighting up and walking corners seeking the same men who raised her to destroy her.
If they really loved her they should thank you!
You know what? You think to yourself, fuck the money. What are you gonna do with a kid?
She's bright pink from frustration. Her cries only growing louder and louder. She's kinda cute, for a screaming baby of course.
Is this what it comes down to?
Whats right and what's wrong when chaos is your normal?
Your vision goes hazy staring into the opening between the shrubs. They have no clue where you've went.
You wrap the baby in the blanket tighter.
Squeezing her tighter.
She's screaming louder but you've covered her mouth.
You start counting down,
20…
19…
18…
17...
A sound you have only heard dogs make when you accidentally step on their paw squeaks out from the bundle.
What the fuck are you doing?
You can't kill her. That's wrong, and your trying to do right. Thats not what Ma would do.
“Shit I’m sorry babe” your confused and there's something deep in your stomach but get up to start running anyways.
There's no way they’ll get her back.
She'll thank you someday.