Part Two
You Can’t Come Home Again
Dream On
I didn’t get fired
For being a liar
But I quit
To be a son of a bitch
Believing greener pastures lay ahead
But I was simply out of my head
So drunk day and night
I’m surprised I didn’t lose my sight.
He of Little Faith
When the doctor
Said I was not thin
It grew my anger
Because I’d always been slim
To show him
I could be a man of moderation
I quit taking my medicine
I didn’t give a fuck
This was the beginning of Benton redux.
The Village Idiot
I started thinking
And my thoughts were stinking
She was following me
All because I had dropped to one knee
And walked away
To live near the San Francisco Bay.
Shit Out of Luck
Finally I lost so much luck
I locked myself in the car trunk
So she’d have to find me
That was until I had to pee
I busted out of the tiny space
By flailing my big Ace
Pounding against the lid
Feeling like a dumbass kid.
Mental Hospital #2
To the mental hospital I went
Which should have been a present
But I can barely remember it
No doubt
I fed the doctors loads of shit
To get out
Of that pit.
Loathing Oneself
Long refusing medicine
I continued to sin and sin
Losing my mind
And starting to become unkind
I lost all my new friends
As my mind went around the bend.
Bankrupt
I tossed in the trash everything I owned
Right down to my cheap ass comb
Because I wanted to start fresh
Hell I would’ve lived in Bangladesh
Not even a debit card to my name
I was so insane.
I had to call home
Else Palo Alto might’ve stone
Lowly me
Because I was nuts to the 10th degree.
Marvin Starvin
When my mom and sister came
I wouldn’t even speak my name
Not sure if I was seeking attention
Or just a break from detention
I acted like I was two
Because I was so unglued
They finally left me alone
With some food of my own.
Hollywood Wins Again
Soon I was out of food
And I was one unhappy dude
Too scared to drive
Because I’d recently had two DUI’s
And since I had thrown all my possessions away
I had no way to pay
I became such a grump
I took off like Forest Gump
I planned to run across the country
With no set of extra laundry
Only a mile I ran
Before I stuck out the thumb of my left hand
So out of shape
I was breathing as loud as an ape
The po-lice said it was illegal to hitch on the interstate
But at any rate
I kept on going
Hoping to see an airplane named Boeing.
Cherry Picking Reality
All night I walked and walked
To myself I talked and talked
It felt like torture
And I passed lots of cherry orchards
Until the sun was rising
And there was no disguising
My unhappiness
Or lack of snappiness
Because she felt so sorry
A random restaurant employee
Offered me water
And I drank a lotta
Until I said I’d had enough
And called the Mom I loved.
Last Call
Call the police she said
“Maybe they can find you a bed.
I’ll call your San Francisco cousins
They’ll make sure you don’t end up in prison.
The po-lice didn’t lurch
They took me to the nearest Catholic Church
Free meal on them
Didn’t even have to confess my many sins.
Soon my cousins arrived
And took me where I could fly
Drank a beer and got a quarter bent
And on my way I went.
