Sick
Haunting houses all my life
Wanton phantom all in white
Soundtrack to your strangest dreams
Prozac ain't got shit on me
Crazy is a slur
How can you turn the pages writ
Between the slick grooves of my brain
Into a few pills on script?
Don't get me wrong
(Don't get her wrong)
I take my meds
(She takes her meds)
I keep them in a little drawer
(A little drawer)
But what's in my head?
And when I'm dead what will they use the science for?
Behold your golden queen of anxiety
Of memories a novel thick
Scrawled on my bedsheets
So read me darling
And you'll see I'm sick
I'm sick
Streets are empty late at night
But there's traffic in my mind
Sleeping soundly beside me
What's it like my love to breathe so easily?
I wouldn't know there's always been a traffic jam inside of me
Oh how low must serotonin go
(How low?)
To write the perfect song?
Just cut a record from my wrists and kick the spotlight on
Can you see my gilded sorrow from the mezzanine?
Will you read my trembling lips and tell me what this means?
Behold your golden queen of anxiety
Of memories a novel thick
Scrawled on my bedsheets
So read me darling
And you'll see I'm sick
I'm sick
I am sick
(What's in her head? She's sick she's sick)
I am sick
(What's in her head? She's sick she's sick)
Just take your meds
(I'm sick!)
Just take your meds
(I'm sick!)
Just take your meds
(I'm sick!)
They don't do anything for me
Behold your empress high of suicide
A bright sharp diamond roadside freak
Collecting stories
Dissect my allegories
And you'll see I'm sick
Wanton phantom all in white
Soundtrack to your strangest dreams
Prozac ain't got shit on me
Crazy is a slur
How can you turn the pages writ
Between the slick grooves of my brain
Into a few pills on script?
Don't get me wrong
(Don't get her wrong)
I take my meds
(She takes her meds)
I keep them in a little drawer
(A little drawer)
But what's in my head?
And when I'm dead what will they use the science for?
Behold your golden queen of anxiety
Of memories a novel thick
Scrawled on my bedsheets
So read me darling
And you'll see I'm sick
I'm sick
Streets are empty late at night
But there's traffic in my mind
Sleeping soundly beside me
What's it like my love to breathe so easily?
I wouldn't know there's always been a traffic jam inside of me
Oh how low must serotonin go
(How low?)
To write the perfect song?
Just cut a record from my wrists and kick the spotlight on
Can you see my gilded sorrow from the mezzanine?
Will you read my trembling lips and tell me what this means?
Behold your golden queen of anxiety
Of memories a novel thick
Scrawled on my bedsheets
So read me darling
And you'll see I'm sick
I'm sick
I am sick
(What's in her head? She's sick she's sick)
I am sick
(What's in her head? She's sick she's sick)
Just take your meds
(I'm sick!)
Just take your meds
(I'm sick!)
Just take your meds
(I'm sick!)
They don't do anything for me
Behold your empress high of suicide
A bright sharp diamond roadside freak
Collecting stories
Dissect my allegories
And you'll see I'm sick
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Writer(s): Savannah Pope
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