Dry

Dry

You made it through middle school:

Took my razors blades and scissors;

Gave me hugs and mascara instead.

You insisted on Christmas carols as a family

You forgave my every lie.

You dressed me pretty for my proms

And held me when he made me cry.

You glued me together when I was broken.  

You forced me up off the floor at my worst.

You were my confidence.

You were my nature rides-

And all my right turns.

You were my voice of reason.

And I underappreciated the drought-

Oh, because I’m getting sick in the floods  this season.

Tell Jack that I hate him.

Mama send Jose home.

 Let go of your Cabana Boy,

Pour out the Patron.

Push the Captain overboard.

Remy Martin’s tides are pulling you down

You getting sick soaking with Jameson and Beam

And if you don’t dry up soon, oh Mama, you’ll drown.

You’re not making it through this fall

You’re slipping on an icy beach.

Your heart is freezing up and slowing down.

Your leaves and petals and drooping and falling away,

But you just keeping watering them Mama-

Yeah, you feed that need every day.

I can’t glue you together but you surely are broken.

I can’t force dead weight off the floor.

I can’t keep your condition in confidence.

I can’t come along for your dangerous rides-

My stomach won’t take the twists and turns.

I can’t give more chances or listen to your demented reason.

Oh, how I underestimated all those dry springs

Because I am falling apart this season.

Tell Jack that I hate him.

Mama send Jose home.

 Let go of your Cabana Boy,

Pour out the Patron.

Push the Captain overboard.

Remy Martin’s tides are pulling you down

You getting sick soaking with Jameson and Beam

And if you don’t dry up soon, oh Mama, you’ll drown.

Mama come back inside,

Let’s take back the home you made me.

I’m standing in the rain pleading here with you,

And it has to be my last try.

It’s time to come in out of this muddy water,

let's go back to being warm, safe and dry.