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Mr. Taylor

from Johanna, Johanna by Ian Taylor

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Now I eat all my food with a small plastic spoon
I've got a square to see the sun in and a circle to discuss my moods.
They've got a morgue if I get bored
they give me pills to keep me self assured
but they take away my shoe laces just to be sure
and at night they always lock my door.

So I scream "Make tea, not love."
So I cry "This city will burn."
And I tried to carve the nightmares out of my skin
with a pencil sharpener.
And I tried and I tried and I tried
but it just wasn't enough
for him or for him or for her.

There's the man with the crisis, a personality split
and I hear that I'm just like him but I never saw it.
And I can't write something down without a safe enough pen
and every few hours they come to look at my wrists.
I've been wearing this gown for a few weeks straight
at least I think anyway, it's hard to tell apart the days.
And when I look in the mirror I never know what to say
cause I can never really tell if it's me or a friend that I made.

And the nurses say "Look at us, not them."
and "The first step is trust, how are you feeling?"
and "Come on Mr. Taylor just open up a bit, I promise we don't bite."
yea "how's that family back home and your closest of friends? Does that girl still haunt you inside? And how are you sleeping at night?"

Then I laugh and laugh, while they all look concerned.
So they up my dosage with permission from the doctors
and they take me back to my room where I hide under the covers
from anything that I think may frighten or bother me.

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from Johanna, Johanna, released November 17, 2014

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