Vicodin Don't Make U Dr House

I'm feeling useless and mechanical
Crawling to the bathroom floor
Nowhere to be found and no
I won't answer if you ring my phone

Purging cynical vomit on the emotions i once had
Drowning in my ruin I will drag you by the hair

Some say it's depression
Some say it will kill you
And though some say it's different now
I swear it might kill me for sure

Nodding in my bedroom
Warm blanket and teaspoon
I won't see tomorrow
Sorry for the blood oh

I just wanna sleep I don't wanna see
What the fates will bring
If there's something there
Sure it ain't for me
It makes me laugh no more
I'm no more inspired
Layed to lie couched-locked
Waiting just to die

Everyone say you should be
The very last thing it's for real
And though some may seem kind see
Remember they've always been acting



Credits
Writer(s): Filippo Braccini
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