Sweet Poison

it's okay, just let the pain wash you away.
feel the waves of agony crashing over your brain.
it's not as bad as it could be,
let the sweet poison course through your veins until you're empty of pain.

you watch the days pass you by one by one.
there's always another setting sun to come.
you get out of bed less and less.
your hair is always a mess.
you're praying for an escape that never comes.
all around you others move along and you wish you could do the same,
but here you are right where you've always been.

time is stealing everything from you;
your youth, health, family and chances for happiness have all walked out the door.
you'd hoped for so much more,
so take your sweet poison and sink down into the pillows.
the dreams are calling your name and life sucks when you're awake.
life is full of loss and pain.
every day you let the sweet poison take you away is a better day.

it's okay, not every one can win the fight between good and evil.
so let your ideas slide into oblivion.
your battle is more internal.
you brace yourself for all the bad to come.
somehow there's always more.
you run around in circles thinking you're fooling someone into thinking you're a mover,
but all you've done is look ridiculous to everyone.
take a bow and leave it alone,
let the sweet poison carry you home.

tomorrow brings another chance to fuck it up and you'll succeed
in the one way you desperately wish you would fail.
go home and take your sweet poison to feel better.
all your worries and fears will disappear.
you'll relax and be empty,
so empty you'll think you've floated away,
but you'll come down and realize you never left the ground.

The Pills

the doc says i'm too low
i thought i had everybody sold
on my i'm a happy person routine
it might not be in my head
the answer is in my blood
thank you God, there's a pill to cure this

my aches and pains multiply
but one pill can take them away
where do i sign to be free?
i'll take what i can,
anything to feel healthy again.

the family is worried
there are too many pill bottles
i have to sort them
and pop them twice a day now.
if this is freedom baby,
why do i sleep all day?

i exchanged my pain for crutches
i can't move without a pill
i carry them everywhere
i swear they do me good
but i still hurt.
i still cry at night.
maybe i'm not alright.