Give It Up, Then Never Give Up Again

Give It Up, Then Never Give Up Again

A Poem by ericdeben
"

Take the joint from your mouth. Let it burn all the way out.

"

Father:

Dear Theresa, it's nice to meet ya again.

Take the earplugs out... and listen.

You were young and hopeful once

But you threw it all away at our expense.

 

Remember the times when you use to hold my hand?

Remember the times when you didn't ever wanna smoke?

Remember the promises that you have yet to hold?

You threw it all away baby girl.

 

But I'll forgive you.

Because I want you... to give me a chance.

 

Take the joint from your mouth

Let it burn all the way out

Think what you can do with yourself

And never give up.

Never give up.

 

Daughter:

Dad, I can hear you clear;

Your ignorant fears

This never hurt me a bit.

Just let me be what I'm in.


Father:

But Theresa, love, you are never gonna win.

See this leads ta'... only bad things.

And you know, baby I want the best.

For you.

 

Take the joint from your mouth

Let it burn all the way out, girl

Think to yourself

What are you all about?

Can you be happier?

Isn't this sad?

Baby, I'm not mad.

I'm just being a dad.

 

Daughter:

Dad, you see I'm depressed

And this weed helps me rest

Let me smoke it please...

If you really want the best.

 

Father:

You think you know everything!

You don't know what's right!

I know you're depressed.

But I'll still fight

just to give you the option

to be what you want to

and not when you're on

something that haunts you.

 

Daughter:

I'd get off this if I could

But dad, I'm addicted.

My brain is twisted

Dad, I want this.

Leave me alone,

I'm running from home.

This will leave you with heartbreak

I know it's a mistake but I

Got to be on my own

Where the city bites the bone

Lets me be myself despite what I own.

Despite what I own.

 

Father:

No, you're staying right here.

You are only a teenager...

 

Daughter:

I can be what I want

10 times greater than I've ever dreamed of

Even at this age

I can self medicate my rage!

 

Father:

No, dear, no dear.

Take the joint from your mouth

Let it burn all the way out girl

Think to yourself

What are you all about?

Could you be happier?

Isn't this sad?

Baby, I'm not mad.

I'm just being a dad.

 

© 2012 ericdeben


Author's Note

ericdeben
This is a ukulele song with the chords C, Cmaj7, G with no finger on the 3rd string, and D with no finger on the 1st string (closest string to you).

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