Truth Is Not Punishment - BODEGA

I visited my mother in a Tampa Bay complex

Klonopin and vodka all day

She was pulling on bottles

No pull to eat

Strapped inside of cathode rays

What was most sad of all is that you didn’t want to leave your imprisonment

You said that «I'm happy»

I was arrogant I said that you weren’t

Smoke billowed through the screen door slide

I stared at my computer to escape from the night

You asked me advice so I wrote you a lie

I typed, «Truth is not punishment»

Truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

I visited a writer with anxiety complex

Depression meds to last through the same

Prescribed in bottles, shown on TV

Cost as much as eighteen plays

On his TV flat screen with the porcupine dream of the essay

Where a man and his dream let loose on caffeine see it only one way

And «Pain rings true» said the pen to the knife

And what rings true is what a pen wants from life

Said «I used to want to die just to prove I was right»

No one told me truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

I visited my lover in an hourly hospice

I’ve yearned for you on pixel display

I’m always pulling on bottles

No pull to eat

And cannot find the words to say

Except what is most sad of all is that I never want to leave my imprisonment

You said that «I'm happy» but I know you and I know that you aren’t

That’s when the words they started to fly

Weight took off there and opened me wide

Took a smell of her perfume and a glance in her eye

To learn truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment

Truth is not punishment