Five a Day Written by: Jim J. Barakat It’s a slumber party; I wish you could spend the night here with me. It’ll give you a break from those other men’s beds you love to dwell in. I’ve got the rope if you’ve got the time; tie you down so you can’t leave me again. Make this a permanent stay; you’ll never go away and best of all is I won’t have to chase you. I’m lying here; I’m crying now. I’d much rather die today than go through with this. With a disease in my stomach and a demon in my head; this bottle in my hand better drown those fuckers out. I’m making my points; I’m taking this stand. You’re packing your things to leave this fucking place. But I don’t blame you, no not today. I’m a mess and a half; yet you’re that one I’m looking for. I’ll chase you now. I’ll hunt you down. Stab your lover in the neck and make wine with his blood. Like Jesus Christ, he saved you from me; now all I have left is this idea in my head. It’s stuck in my brain, please make it go away. I’d give anything to anyone. To stop this spin, to control these legs, to make you mine; I’ll be good this time. I’m sounding off to you. There’s nothing left to do but sit here and wait for that call. The ball is in your court because I’ve ran out of trick plays to try and fool you with. But I am the fool, the one in the car, while it’s freezing cold and have no idea where you are. This is the last time I swear; I can’t live like this my dear. Popping five pills a day; pretending everything’s okay. I’ll chase you now. I’ll hunt you down. Stab your lover in the eyes so he can’t see what we’re doing. Like Jesus Christ, he saved you from me; now all I have left is this idea in my head. It’s stuck in my brain, please make it go away. I’d give anything to anyone. To stop this spin, to control these legs, to make you mine; you will be mine. ©2008
