Drywall Baby

White wall
White wall
White wall
White wall
Blank ceiling
Remember when we were kids and we sat in an empty house?
Jumping down the stairs hoping to break a leg
Just to get a little recognition from mommy and daddy
Now I'm going to them for money and they can't send it fast enough
Paying bills for me maybe because they are finally feeling guilty
Manic states that I drive through everyday
Changed for the better after the had graduated
Leaving behind the ownership of a home and a son
To being piss poor just like me after they put me out of the street
Still they have something in the reserves
And I can't help the fact that my middle finger is still stuck on fuck you
Saying thank you is like drinking down acid mixed with anguish
I shouldn't of had to go to you like a groveling dog
Begging for scrapes at the table
The saying finally makes sense that they will always return to their own vomit
But you probably have to have food in your stomach to throw up and eat it again
Months into my rehab and years into my therapy I'm still popping pills daily
Depressed just like I used to be and I'm still blaming the parenterals
How many times can I count the rotations of this ceiling fan,
Before I fall asleep from a bottle full of ambien, paxil, and viagra?
My heart is scorched and scourged like it was the body of Christ
No redeeming qualities just give me the lethal injection
I was born in an empty house addicted to nothing
That's why my mind is so quick to go back to what it's always known
So many of you people tell me that you care yet I feel all alone
Commander of the ship sailing straight to hell
Man I hate writing shit like this it's just so uncreative
But the story must be told that I was just a little drywall baby
Hopefully this answers the question of why after so much medication,
This child is no where closer to getting better