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Doctor

Can I call you that?

I know you don’t have a degree, but

Doctor

Just rolls off the tongue a bit more naturally to me

Doctor, seems you got a problem

With the way that I’m living my life

You’re shoveling and you’re scraping down

It’s cutting me just like a…

(Protag: No, fuck that, you already know what I’m gonna say, Doctor: okay)

If we’re aiming for open, we’ll have to try harder

We gotta destroy that levee I’m guarding

It wasn’t expected, now I’m begging your pardon

There’s nary a glimmer, so gimme your card and I’ll be gone

Despite the benefits I hear result from talking out your problems

I can’t seem to see how steps that help others could ever help me

There’s a live wire coursing through my genes that puppeteers apprehension and

fear

I hope that’s clear

Can we proceed at a distance?

You know how I’m different

Doctor, suppose there’s a reason

For all the creaks and whistling upstairs

Suppose those reasons are manifest in the hours I’ve spent tracing lines in the

sand

Those lines have been drawn to a credible purpose

Let in too many people, your emotions will surface

I couldn’t imagine that kind of despair

So I’m putting up safeguards and I’m keeping them there

Maybe I don’t know what I don’t know

As the scholars tell me, ignorance is bliss

I don’t need fixing

Got the right to get pissed;

piss drunk to avail cheap, easy assistance

The ones who matter have to stay by my side;

a pack to hide behind

May disappoint them time to time

But c’est la vie to me that’s life

Seems you got anger

Why not try sadness?

Seems you got rage

Why not try crying?

I know it thrills you to burn off at someone

But you’re gonna lose them, son, if you don’t start trying

I see your point

I see the consequences stacking up downstream

My circle closing

I can see it now, what I hold dear to me

Won’t be there always, be there when I’m sick and frail, old and grey

If I don’t get lighter

They can all start leaving

They can all stop loving back

That’s where we’re heading

The choir sings for me

Single cell of tragedy

They witness and they pity me

It’s getting damn near deafening

But if I decide to get off this ride, can I?