A better son/daughter

Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move 
Awake but cannot open my eyes 
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs 
I know I can’t breathe 
And I hope someone will help me this time 
And your mother’s still calling you insane and high
Swearing it’s different this time 
And you tell her you give in to the demons that possess her 
And that God never blessed her insides 
Then you hang up the phone 
And feel badly for upsetting things 
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time 
When your heart was open wide 
And you loved things just because 
Like the sick and the dying 


And sometimes when you’re on 
You’re really fucking on 
And your friends they sing along 
And they love you 


But the lows are so extreme 
That the good seems fucking cheap 
And it teases you for weeks in its absence 


But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through 
You’ll fake it if you have to 
And you’ll show up for work with a smile 
And you’ll be better 
And you’ll be smarter 
And more grown up 
And a better daughter or son 
And a real good friend 
And you’ll be awake 
You’ll be alert 
You’ll be positive though it hurts 
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends 
And you’ll be a real good listener 
You’ll be honest 
You’ll be brave 
You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful 
You’ll be happy 

Your ship may be coming in 
You’re weak but not giving in 
To the cries and the wails of the valley below 
And your ship may be coming in 
You’re weak but not giving in 
And you’ll fight it 
You’ll go out fighting all of them