Behavioral Healthcare Center

It’s past calling hours and I’m left with daydreams
My friend keeps telling me you might know what true love means
You fill the time inside with jokes and smoke breaks
But my fears and inadequacy grow with every breathe I take
Our manic episodes always seem to get the best of us
They just don’t understand so it’s only in us we trust
I stare at the ceiling and pray for your release date
Meanwhile, you argue with other patients and piss off all the nurses you
To think I’d find love after being forcefully admitted
I’ll never forget the night we sat on the floor and talked like no one else existed


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