Pill Bottles

I've been oversleeping
Nobody said I couldn't
So I've been
Woke in the PM
Smoking outta habit
Making love just to have it
No shame in thinking love is tragic
A slow flame that fades from the second you catch it

Hold up, I've been all caught up in
So much under-thinking
It's overwhelming
I try not to dream when I'm inside my head but it bends
I'm a sucker for hard to learn lessons
Never know till it's over n' done with
So carve a space for reason, I need wisdom

I got pill bottles on the shelf
They run the ghost in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
They gunned a hole in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
My subconscious self
Lots of little tragedies: a rhapsody of me
Drops of sour euphoria: the loneliest healing
Filling up my lungs
I'm tearing up
Whatchu' got on me?
You can't tread on me
'Cause you don't see me, no
You don't see me, no
You don't see
Me

No thanks, I don't drink
I just smoke
I need more
I'm coming down and close to being
Sober
So far
I'm not having fun
So far
You seem like a no one
I was really hoping that
This would be golden, but
Throw me a bone when I'm stoned
Yeah
Do me good when I'm bored
I'm thrown off by your confidence
This conversation is awful, you got
Nothin' to ya at all, I wanna
Feel charged, so
Put triple-A's in your words, baby
Gotta show me off, like I'm lost - maybe
I'm waiting, what the fuck are you saying?
My God - show me something
(Show me something)
Or be nothing...

I got pill bottles on the shelf
They run the ghost in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
They gunned a hole in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
My subconscious self
Lots of little tragedies: a rhapsody of me
Drops of sour euphoria: the loneliest healing
Filling up my lungs
I'm tearing up
Whatchu' got on me?
You can't tread on me
'Cause you don't see me, no
You don't see me, no
You don't see
Me



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Writer(s): Maria Murphy
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