"Gone Fishin’"
I cried at a movie screen
I relate in many ways
I save things in my brain
Ready to let them loose
But they’re restrained
Don’t know how I’ve kept it up
Don’t know how I’ve managed
You’d think it all was one big disadvantage (and it is)
Held tight and they won’t be said
Because it’s been about life or death
Caught in the web, thoughts caught in the net
Put my finger down my throat
Hope that I don’t choke
Took out a note and I wrote
Gone fishin’
Better off wishin’
I was dead
Drenched in red
The pain of it all
Seems unbearable
But I’ll get over it
Since I’m not tellin’
