Another song that is my life.

(A Better Son/Daughter, by Rilo Kiley)





Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs
I know I can't breathe
And hope someone will save me this time
And your mother's still calling you insane and high
Swearing it's different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
That god never blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time When your heart was open wide and you love things just because
Like the sick and dying

And sometimes when you're on
You're really fuckin' on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fuckin' cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be better
And You'll be smarter
And More grown up
and a better daughter
or son
And a real good friend
And you'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive
though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave.
You'll be handsome
and you'll
be
beautiful
You'll be happy

Your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in
And you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of em