Tout le kit

and this is the spot where I sat hollow.
empty after the worst nine months
of the first thirty four years
shipwrecked a thousand miles from water

and this is the road that took me back to sane.
full of pot holes, inquisitions and self loathing
in time the water drained
my feet touching ground

and that was the trek that led me back to who I was.
through the artic madness of  chemical imbalance
I probably gave up hope a few times but you never did
even though I gave you every reason to

you had my back
when no else did
I got lucky when you found me
I can't say thank you enough

ocd

it's two a.m again.
thoughts are like snowdrifts
and my skidoo is stuck, again
people, places

I'm six , I'm watching my dad hit my mom
I'm sixteen, I'm dropping some acid
I'm twenty eight, my son is being born
I'm thirty three. i'm cheating on my wife
I'm thirty eight, i've hit rock bottom

it's summer
1985
i'm playing midfield
i make a through ball
I kiss the girl, i score on a corner
she's leaving, her coat is gone
i'm falling , so this is what they mean tumbling
like a car crash,

when a second seems like an hour
the ocd is in charge,
it's 2 am again

the record is stuck, the record is stuck, the record is stuck