Creek Blues

Pills eat through you like acid burning holes Through your head, your mind, your bones and enamel Handcuffed to the bed like you’re an animal I don’t even recognize you anymore Try to put you down like an old dog to sleep Cut your branches off but you’re a dying tree The doctors came and pulled the sheet up over your head You’re already dead you just don’t know it yet You are sick and I hate you and love you for it You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you I hate to see the knife always under your arm Alone at night, cutting up neighborhood dogs You snuck me to your daddy’s bedroom Showed me all his guns You said, “careful or you’ll blow your head off, make sure the safety’s on” Leaving things to die in the mud at the creek Pumping shotgun slugs out into the trees You run your fingers on the wood and feel its bullet holes It gives you something I could never give you or ever really know You are sick and I hate you and love you for it You’re a wreck but I’m always going to want you I don’t want to know what you’ve done Or what you think about doing I don’t want to know so don’t tell me