24 June 2012
Can I get some uppers
To help me out of bed?
Can I get some downers
So I can rest my head?
Can I have a little something
To sustain me in between?
Come on now Mister Pharmacist,
No need to be mean.
You see the booze and cigs
Don't seem to cut it anymore,
And I'm starting to forget
Just who I was before.
So can you give me something
To take away the pain?
I don't mind about side effects;
Hair loss or weight gain.
Isn't there a procedure
That you can perform?
I'll waiver all my legal rights,
I'll sign a consent form.
Please, don't make me beg you,
It's not a pretty sight;
A broken hearted woman,
Ready to give up the fight.
What's that Mister Pharmacist,
You think you know the score?
I'm already addicted;
You cannot give me more?
There's only one solution,
One cure-all remedy?
Remove the source of trouble;
Go completely cold turkey?
Sorry Mister Pharmacist,
I can't take your advice,
Spending too much time with him,
Is my only real vice.
So I'll take your pills and potions,
Whether real or placebo,
But I can't give up my love for him,
I can never let him go.
Prescription • Opuss № I