Better Next Time

He broke his arm last summer
He cut his eye in the spring
And I've been visiting the ICU for weeks
Oh mom, you know I love him
But things are getting harder
Sometimes I dream about running away
And living out of my car
I spend too much time in hospitals
And too much time alone
Too much time
Telling myself to
Look up from my phone
Mama, I
Don't believe you when you say I'm doing fine
When everyone else has put it to bed I'm
Wide awake
In mine
His sister screaming at the officer
His brother coming to see him
You don't know how much your family loves you
'Til you really need 'em
I spend too much time in hospitals
And too much time alone
Too much time
Telling myself to look up from my phone
Mama, I
Don't believe you when you say I'm doing fine
When everyone else has put it to bed I'm
Wide awake
Maybe he'll do better next time