At All Times. 
At all times
I have a bottle of pills
and a notebook with me
the pills I swallow
they keep me numb
and into a book
I drain my veins
of thoughts of you
the doctor says that this will help
ease you out my system
and flush you from my thoughts
but between the poison and bloodletting
I am still as broken as ever
no matter how snug the straitjacket
no matter how strong the convulsing
the pieces don't seem to stick like before
through a tangled mess of misfiring connections and garbled words
I realize that I am nowhere near
being over you.