"I'm lying here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on your life support there's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine 'cuz its making me itch
I said, I tried to call the nurse again but she's bein' a
little bitch
I think I'll get outta here where I can
Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better you keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me
This must be a bad trip
All of the other pills they were different
Maybe I should get some help"
