Crawling toward rehab
a squirrel in my head
I've done a deadly dance
all the while
looking harmless
I've done a deadly dance
in my pajamas

My brain
shouldn't be
soaked in ammunition
My brain shouldn't be
a living squeeze of pain
I've done a deadly dance
without a decent cover

In a whirl
of decent pain
on a bed of
dusty sheets
I found a world of simple pain
accompanied by a deadly dance
and so I stayed

In the sun I played a game
I knew I'd lose
but just the same
I walked around that sunny town
and played a deadly game
without stunning hope
I stayed alive

I gave up what helped me most
and crawled into a
friendly room
full of people and regrets
like an angry dance of pain
I felt ashamed
of my own heart