Drugged Up (AKA The Pills)

Sort of a description of the paranoia that goes through my mind on a seemingly daily basis.

Call in sick to life

Forget about this f****n ride

I never wanted it to get this bad

Can you crash this goddamn car?

I'm tired,

I'm fucked up,

I'm wired,

I'm drugged up.

Don't forget me in the parking lot

Of your apartment building

I won't remember

I forgot this feeling

Can someone please stop playing tricks on me?

Will something please come help me?

I'm f****n dying

Can't you f****n see?

Everything is dying

Inside of me

And I don't know…

Don't know what to do,

Anymore.

But I'm tired

And I'm fucked up

I'm wired

And I'm drugged up.

I don't know if this will go on,

another day.

The pills that are in me

Have gone off the deep end.

They don't help me anymore

They never helped me anymore

Hide the blood

Hide the pain

Don't let them take

My meds away

Don't look into the doctor's eyes

He'll slip you some more pills to hide…

Oh…

Hide.

Christmas trees

They light up these lines of streets

I don't know why

But the spirit

Hasn't taken over me

I don't want this year to end

But I can't wait for it to be over…

Take this pain

And take it well

Please don't lie

And please don't tell

The people who are above us

Will gladly watch and wait for us

I'm tired of the f****n drama

That is in my own mind

I'm tired of the fucked up, drugged up way I am

And when will this day ever end?

Will this day ever end?

Will this day ever end?

Oh,

Will this day,

Ever end?

Author's Note

-Intentionally spelled "fucking" without the g
-Not supposed to have a lot of punctuation
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