Back When
Back when I wasn't sane
I'd walk for hours in the rain
staring at the lights at two am
coming from your bedroom window.
Back when I wasn't sane
the voices in my head would sing
and lull me off to lurid dreaming,
I would stay in bed for days.
I had no job and no money
I'd make art from found things
broken bottles and bits of string
and hours would pass by happily.
Back when I wasn't sane
everyone stayed away from me
I'd fill notebooks with poetry
now the words make no sense.
Back when I wasn't sane
you said once that's okay
helping me keep the demons at bay
and that's what's stayed with me.
I had no friends and no society
but somehow managed to buy the wine
and spend hours locked in my mind
and drink myself into sobriety.
So please forgive me if you knew me then
I wasn't right, my brain was broken
all my thoughts were in array
and I'd forget what I had to say
back when I wasn't sane.