once you fall off there is only one thing left to do. you get back on. i'm back on. i'm ok. infact, i'm better than ok, i'm the ok-est.
the shameful thing is what got me out of that bad headspace ... the fucking rehab show on vh1. i'm not joking, i cry almost every single time i watch it. i understand exactly what everyone's feelings are. i get it. i reall really get it.
i had a trip but i did not fall.
i got a house full of walls and utility bills, every monday the company calls. i got a nice bed to sleep on and a chest of drawers, where i keep those dreams of yours. cause you're always mine to keep when you're gone. two silvers rings, one's on my finger and the other one's gone, went underground with you, oh John. ten years pass and i ended up with a house full of cats. but most of them went missing through that window you never fixed, the door you never latched. but you were on your way out the last time... i knew what you were doing that summer when candie came around but I had too much hurt to bother you. when we lost our first child i thought a little pain was overdue. and i wanted you so bad... and i miss you... oh John....
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