On The Way Home.

On the way home from the hospital

Backseat of momma's car

Holes in my arms and scars

Internally praying for the storm to blow over then

Tour performance, share this pen with everybody else again, fuck

I imagine bright lights and cameras

It pans for me to crowds of thousands standing up with hands up

Knowing all the words to my twisted little poems and shit

People talking in my psyche and this is how I cope with it for real

I picture walking both legs and no crutches

Ain't done that in ages, fucking soul sucking, toes touching concrete soon

Strolling legs and walking through

Pretty city reminiscent as I'm gazing at the moon, yeah

Living in the future, make the present fade

Everyday on chemo, say I got past yesterday

Mantras and mottoes

Fuck it, no more bottles, no more needles

Live intentionally until we hit the grotto

Uh, check this and check that, suppressed past

But quick, convince it wasn't that bad if paper checks cash

And breakfast was tuna, OJ rabbit passion kept me right as muntz

Fizzled out from crippling doubt, bitch, it's six past

I've been tryna swim

But my legs don't work (they don't work but)

Tomorrow try again

And it's shot, blowin'

On the way home from the hospital

(Hospital, hospital)

Prayin' for a healthy day

Or at least a day off from the poison shakes

On October 24th, they said you cured, that's great

Uh, a long ways away

Truthfully, I'm having trouble getting through the day

Yeah, recorded this song on my birthday

Yeah, recorded this song on my birthday