Balm in Gilead

They say he used to be good

Before the drugs

Yeah, well

What was I good in?

Balm in Gilead?

Couldn’t be sober for that shit

Could you?

Cute little boy

I remember

That was like a nickname

Cute little boy

And when you stopped being cute

They didn’t give a fuck

Did they?

Not a fuck to be had

2005—The Blurry Year

When I got stoned

On magic markers

And matchsticks

And fucking cow dung

Because the shit

Was all I could afford

So what do you want to know?

My two cents?

About the acting company?

They liked me because I was raw

Because I was young

Because I fucked anything

They wanted me to fuck

And snorted anything they wanted me to snort

Shot up

Cursed

Told lies

And still looked cute

When it was all done

Tennessee tried to straighten me out

Once he’d used up my potential

But it was too late

I drifted, you know?

I fucked drifted off

Am I dead?

I don’t know

Am I?

Do I look dead?

Do I look dead to you?

Clap for me, baby

Clap like I’m a fairy

Like I’m Tinkerbell

See if that brings me

Back to life