The Medicine - John Mark McMillan

Driving by those trucker stops
The cheap motels made of concrete rocks
With a hole inside your chest
The size of a city block
And I remember the day
When you said you weren't afraid to die
I don't think your brave for it
I just think your more afraid of being alive
If I had the medicine
I'd give you the medicine
Cause I miss you son
I'd bring you back home if I was the one
But it's four and ten
In the belly of the four AM
And your staring down the weekend
To silence the pain
And I'm wide awake
And there's blood on the promenade
Here's to waking up with that stone between your ribs
And you're lying down again
You just pretend you don't know what it is
When everyone around you says that you're not the one to blame for it
But you're the only one feeling the pain for it
So you're gonna take matters into your own hands