Pat the Bunny - First song (part 2)

i took the needle out of my arm about a year ago today, and every day since then i’ve been taking the needle out of my brain. so when i’m staring down at my hands i can’t explain just what it is that i’m thinking of, except thank god that all my veins have to pump is my blood. and i’ve done you so much wrong i can’t believe you would still talk to me. and i say so much bullshit i can’t believe that anyone around me can breathe. i know that it’s a little dramatic, but the word for not changing is “death.” so i’m getting better, my friends, but please don’t hold your breath. and i met a man in rehab the first time, an organizer in prison. he lived in chicago when the cops shot fred hampton, but he was just a kid back then. justice doesn’t flow from police guns. i’m reminded of that all the time. as long as there is a law, peace will be a crime. what the news calls economics, i still call it violence. if your god is a judge or a jailer, i’m still an atheist. but i try to have faith in the things that will happen; i get saved from myself when i do. so maybe “god” isn’t the right word, but i believe in you.