Thursday, July 26, 2018

A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs
I know I can't breathe
And hope someone will save me this time

And your mother's still calling you insane and high
Swearing it's different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
And that God never blessed her insides

Then you hang up the phone
And feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time

When your heart was open wide
And you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying

And sometimes when you're on,
You're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you

But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence

But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile

And you'll be better and you'll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter
Or son and a real good friend

And you'll be awake, you'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends

You'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest, you'll be brave
You'll be handsome, you'll be beautiful

You'll be happy

Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below

And your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
And you'll fight it
You'll go out fighting all of them 

2 comments:

Aaron said...

Well. This is how most of us go through life. Lots of pain. Always striving. Always slightly discontent. Hoping things will get better. Always searching but never finding. Stop the search. Accept and surrender to what is. Know that life is just a dream. Wake up. I certainly know the pain of not being able to get out of bed. And showing up to work with a smile on the outside but screaming in horror on the inside.

Dan Tschirhart said...

Yep - don't most of us deal with this type of stuff on some level?

Except for those bastards that live perfect lives - & the assholes

We're all trying to be better people and learn from our mistakes

The rough times get pretty dark

Some rougher than others, but we persevere

We fight on for those rare moments of bliss that almost make it worth it