27.4.12

Ambulance

Do they make healthcare for emotions?
Can we take sick days for emotional turmoil?
Will they send me a circus to make me smile?
I've got to get out of this place and with the flashing lights
and exempt license plates we could move so very fast, if I were in a red and white ambulance.

Not to mention the sleepless nights and the tears I've wasted.
Not to mention my failing social life and all the blood I've tasted.
Don't get me started on the mess I've made inside my mind and underneath the shade
of the biggest oak around. I'm digging to bury the memories that we've made.

I've never  been inside a red and white ambulance,
but I'm sure with all that training they've seen people like me.
I'm tall and fed up with my apathy
My hair is curly and dark, always looks like it's dirty
my eyes are brown brown brown, and I've always got on a frown.

I've got to get out of this place and with the flashing lights
and exempt license plates we could move so very fast, if I were in a red and white ambulance.

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