Bad ideas

It's filled with love
It's filled with pain
I was suppose too
have it figured out
By now

Home is where
The heart is though
My mother cries
Wishing I was back
I love her to death
Yet I have to
Stand on my own feet
Learn how to be a man
On my own

Never going back
Isn't a bad idea
I keep hearing
From people who
Want me to stay
And entertain
I bring something
Different to their mundane
Day to day

This isn't my home though
How could it be wrong
To want to go back
I miss hearing
People that sound Like me
Hate seeing these strange looks
Like I'm an animal in the zoo
Thoughts of being Homeward bound
Dance in my head
Especially when I look
At who's next to me
In bed

I need to wake up
Before I don't wake up
Glenn keeps telling me
Stay faithful to my rehab
Since now a days
I'm speeding with my
My eyes closed
Don't really know
where I'm headed
These pills have a hold on me
I just can't let go
I thought I had it under control
Writing this now
I'm metaphorically
Swallowing my pride
And admitting I have a problem

I love you mom
I'm sorry
My eyes
Are redder then
The devils dick
Over time
I've gotten weaker
Been beaten down
By my regrets
But it's time
For me to step up
And be a man
with my problems
But it's a new day
And I'm happy to say
Good morning