Sertraline

(Aah-ah)
(Aah-ah)
(Aah-ah)

My pocket's full of poetry
But I've no one to impress
And I'm sitting on my own again
In my favourite yellow dress

Well, I hold on to these memories
Incase I let go again
And I don't care for reality
It's better to pretend

And so you cling on to me
Like a leaf to a winter's tree
Hanging for your life hopelessly
Sertraline
Sertraline

My head is full of languages
I cannot comprehend
Whatever they mean
It's a means to an end

And I'm packed full of ideas
That I cannot convey
I don't believe in heaven
All I seem to do is pray

And so you cling on to me
Like the snow on a winter's sea
Blanketing disaster underneath

And I don't know who I am
Without you there to hold my hand
Will someone come and show me how to be
Sertraline?
Sertraline

Sertraline
Sertraline
Sertraline (make me feel better, make me feel better)
Sertraline (make me feel better, please)



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Jack Rylance, Zuzu Stranack
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