I simply ask you:
Is this all you can do for me?
Well, it ain't enough.
No, no, no
And if my only other possibility is to
Replace it all with numbness
It still seems to be the path less tough.
Is it not so?
Now I hear the pills sing:
"You don't need the real thing.
Let us all in
And we'll keep you from sinking. "
And after this jar,
Will I ever find my way back
To how things used to be?
No, no, no
You tell me I'm not there by far.
"Here's a prescription for another pack.
These things take time, you see. "
Is that so?
Now I hear the pills sing:
"You don't need the real thing.
Let us all in
And we'll keep you from sinking. "
And I sing along...
