Comitted 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
A bee stings right through the arm
The high swing I ride upon
My eyes can't quite focus on
The nurse with my Lucky Charms
Well 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
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 nottheless 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, 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 H.R.S.A
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
This song does an EXCELLENT job of depicting life in a psych ward. I won a week-long stay a few years back for suicidal ideation & major depressive disorder. You learn the ropes pretty quickly. And you realize that you no longer have any privacy: the staff inspects everything that you bring with you or that a visitor brings to you before you can have it; shower stalls don't have doors or curtains; the door to your room is ALWAYS open and there's a staff member shining a flashlight in every 10 minutes @ night to make sure you haven't hung yourself with your sheets. The repeat customers on my floor were quick to give me advice on what to say in group counseling sessions or tell the staff in order to gain privileges and ultimately be released.
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