I’m not really good at
being there for others
Get lost and confused
about definitions
and differences
Between friends and lovers
Never really was a religious man
Until I learned how to sing
From a place of darkness
and insanity
So I sang to stay sane
Sang to stay alive
And in love
Meanwhile all the people
that I grew up with
Got careers and degrees
Married, had kids and dogs,
boats, cars and houses
they can’t afford
to fill holes called Gods
I missed all the weddings
I was travelling the world
Getting high with strangers
Climbing mountains
and crawling through sewers
Running away
from the cops
that never came
So I became
A manic misfit
Now coming to
And writing about it