Painkillers
Two weeks in bed
All the blood is rushing, to my head
A hot tea to crumble my pain
There's been too much crying
Poke my eyes out of their sockets
A stinging headache is rushing
I'll see nothing
Again as it seemed to be
Call it off, change my mind
I'm running in a bathrobe around town
Chronic irritations, painkillers in a meeting
I feel nothing, my face is numb
My mind is running
Make time stop
I kiss my own lips and taste salt
Bless my pain with honey and soap
All the blood is rushing, to my head
A hot tea to crumble my pain
There's been too much crying
Poke my eyes out of their sockets
A stinging headache is rushing
I'll see nothing
Again as it seemed to be
Call it off, change my mind
I'm running in a bathrobe around town
Chronic irritations, painkillers in a meeting
I feel nothing, my face is numb
My mind is running
Make time stop
I kiss my own lips and taste salt
Bless my pain with honey and soap
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Writer(s): Ioana Iorgu
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