HRSA - Blue October

Admitted at twenty-two

Just to get over you

My belly aches blue

Lorazepam flu

I’m down for the count

Always three times a day

Sometimes four, sometimes four

A bee sting straight through the arm

The high swing I ride upon

My eyes can’t quite focus on

The nurse with my Lucky Charms

While a two-step was just a laugh

Our boundaries were broke in half

It’s a good thing to know

As you walk into group for the show

Knock-knock on the window pane

My smoke break, the hour rang

My quiet roommate sleeps the same

And woke up when dinner came

The man’s no more than forty old

Arrived scared two days ago

A family of earth and gold

But still nonetheless alone

I learned quick, knew what to say

Then three angels walked my way

In Spanish tongue, they knelt to pray

And said, «God, keep him safe

From screaming voices»

They became my family

Outstretched, their hands are on my head

You know, boy, I can feel them breathing

They actually knelt down and prayed for me

They actually knelt down and prayed for me

Don’t you dare put me on HRSA

Does self-abuse extend your hospital stay?

I think I’ll lie a bit

Lord, I won’t cry over anything

Over anything at all

I won’t cry over anything at all