I want to take you back, some time ago
To a party in its last late night throes.
I felt more alone than the president of Iran in a gay club.
I snubbed every attempt of social contact,
Acting out a real life one man show,
My only friend the kitchen and its fairly liquid hope.
Standing there, looking at it,
Wondering if I could fit my cranium in
And complete the cliché,
I pray to gods I don’t believe to bless me with not breathing.
And as I put my head in the oven
A reveler rolls in and mistakes
This for another twisted party trick
Until he sees I’m sick and old beyond my years, he grabs me by the shoulders and knows that I have never been worse as he utters that trinity of words:
“Are you ok?”
What I want you to take from this is that YES, suicide is an epidemic,
But I have been called pathetic enough times to know
That a ‘How Are You?’, sit down and cup of tea,
In the kitchen at a party
Can make all the difference, to someone like me.
To a party in its last late night throes.
I felt more alone than the president of Iran in a gay club.
I snubbed every attempt of social contact,
Acting out a real life one man show,
My only friend the kitchen and its fairly liquid hope.
Standing there, looking at it,
Wondering if I could fit my cranium in
And complete the cliché,
I pray to gods I don’t believe to bless me with not breathing.
And as I put my head in the oven
A reveler rolls in and mistakes
This for another twisted party trick
Until he sees I’m sick and old beyond my years, he grabs me by the shoulders and knows that I have never been worse as he utters that trinity of words:
“Are you ok?”
What I want you to take from this is that YES, suicide is an epidemic,
But I have been called pathetic enough times to know
That a ‘How Are You?’, sit down and cup of tea,
In the kitchen at a party
Can make all the difference, to someone like me.