Trent Clark - Silverware

As a kid I was optimistic
As a teen I was disenchanted
A young adult that went ballistic
It's my fault we became addicted
Looking out for a taste of honey
My bee stung arms tell half the story
These two disasters came together
Like cigarettes and schizophrenia

Butterbox-jump into the thick of it
I was admitted when I admitted it
I found time to think about living it
They found me when I decided against it
When she came in she went out of her mind
Saying there was silverware stuck in her spine
I was left for dead, I was not prepared
I was overwhelmed, I was guilty again

Barrelled back to the blackberry field
The bile, the brine, the salt, the silt
It came in quickly, it killed the pills
It crushed my chemistry back to chills
My sullen thoughts in swollen folders
now bounce like boulders on my shoulders
Blunting affect, dulling devotion
Hide the knives, I'm back in the ocean

I'm too tired to drive to your place
Every mile is two, to-day
I had a thought, couldn't keep it straight
So I found a cord bent out of shape
We don't understand each other's minds
But never mind, we don't have the time
When they ask me what it is I see
I say 'Heaven, hanging above me'

Trent Clark

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