Puddle Pills
Broken glass
A pinch of ash
A hole in my sole
When I'm getting too close
There's a rat
Who sleeps in trash
He's wearing my shoes
But smells like Clase Azul
Even if we know
We don't have to play in the snow
It's just something to do
Calling my past
An easy laugh
It's something to do
You're just something to do
There was no such thing
As bad medicine
We're picking pills up from the puddles
Speeding down the street unbuckled
Now I gotta think
You're bad medicine
You're sticking me with sins and needles
Keeping me complete with trouble
It's been up to you
And I think that's always been true
I'm just something that's used
A future bruise
Easy excuse
Deceive and abuse
I'm just something that's used
How do you expect me to feel
With my head under your heels
Where do you expect me to run
When all you do is use me for your fun
There was no such thing
As bad medicine
We're picking pills up from the puddles
Speeding down the street unbuckled
Now I gotta think
You're bad medicine
You're sticking me with sins and needles
Keeping me complete with trouble
There was no such thing
As bad medicine
We're picking pills up from the puddles
Speeding down the street unbuckled
Now I gotta think
You're bad medicine
You're sticking me with sins and needles
Keeping me complete with trouble
A pinch of ash
A hole in my sole
When I'm getting too close
There's a rat
Who sleeps in trash
He's wearing my shoes
But smells like Clase Azul
Even if we know
We don't have to play in the snow
It's just something to do
Calling my past
An easy laugh
It's something to do
You're just something to do
There was no such thing
As bad medicine
We're picking pills up from the puddles
Speeding down the street unbuckled
Now I gotta think
You're bad medicine
You're sticking me with sins and needles
Keeping me complete with trouble
It's been up to you
And I think that's always been true
I'm just something that's used
A future bruise
Easy excuse
Deceive and abuse
I'm just something that's used
How do you expect me to feel
With my head under your heels
Where do you expect me to run
When all you do is use me for your fun
There was no such thing
As bad medicine
We're picking pills up from the puddles
Speeding down the street unbuckled
Now I gotta think
You're bad medicine
You're sticking me with sins and needles
Keeping me complete with trouble
There was no such thing
As bad medicine
We're picking pills up from the puddles
Speeding down the street unbuckled
Now I gotta think
You're bad medicine
You're sticking me with sins and needles
Keeping me complete with trouble
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Writer(s): Canon Bragg
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