The Scoop
SATURDAY MORNING OATMEAL
By Mimi Carpenter
Slicing a banana into your cornflakes
You’re telling me how hard it is to stay alive
How easy it’d be to hide when you arrive
But I’ve been down your road myself and
I won’t do it
We all need a friend to hold us when we’re feeling bad
Someone to talk to when nobody’s talking to us at all
Someone to take your car keys and tuck you into bed
To stick their finger down your throat and then to hold your head
And I know you don’t think I know where you’ve been
So tell me how it feels to be utterly screwed up
And tell me how it feels when nobody knows your name
Tell me how it feels when there’s no reason to go on
Because you’re right, I’ve never been there,
Never done that, never felt it, I don’t know
Stirring half and half into your oatmeal
You’re telling me you’re sick and lost your drive
How easy it’d be to hide when you arrive
But I’ve been through your pain myself and
I won’t do it
I know we can’t always pick ourselves up off the ground
Can’t always remember there’s a reason to go on
I know you just need a friend to be a helping hand
I know you need a saint to run around at your demand
I know you just need a whipping girl
So tell me how it feels to want to kill yourself
And tell me how it feels when you just want to die
Tell me how it feels when you just can’t go on
Because you’re right, I’ve never been there,
Never done that, never felt it, I don’t know
So tell me how it feels to be utterly screwed up
And tell me how it feels when nobody knows your name
Tell me how it feels when there’s no reason to go on
Because you’re right, I’ve never been there,
Never done that, never felt it, I don’t know
I don’t know (I won’t do it)
I don’t know (I won’t do it)
I don’t know…