The Retreat

I’m going on a ‘retreat’

They’re going to hold me down

Talk sense and rebuke the devil.

Usually I don’t have time for these new evangelists

But I’m so far gone, I need it.

A dose of sense and extinguishment

Yes, I promised myself I’d stop this.

I haven’t.

Guitars and tambourines;

I’m sure both will make an appearance.

I’m going down all alone

Only I have brought myself so low

Bad music isn’t punishment enough

For the time I’ve invested –no, wasted.

Oh hell, do you know what I’ve been doing?

I’ve been calling psychics.

I blew all my money, and

I was unlucky enough to find a good one

Who knew too much.

All the while I knew Lucy was telling her stuff…

But did I stop myself? No.

I'm nowhere near him, or nearer to home

But I listened as she

Put her finger on …all this useless information about him

And now she has me believing he’s confused too,
Loyal and dutiful all the way down to his doom

She says he's battled, worn and unsure

And needs me as much as I need him...blah blah blah

Oh yer, I actually paid to drink this steaming lying cup

I thought I was over this, but I’m not 

She re-fuelled my insanity
When I thought I'd kicked thoughts of him into touch...

Oh invisible man,

It didn't take very much.