Take Lots With Alcohol

Hello, what the hell am I doing here? That's a really nice suit, this is a really comfortable chair See, I don't know if you can help me or not Cause I don't feel sick, no I don't feel sick But the pains in my head have almost put me underground I don't really care if I am healthy or not Just clean my head up, doc, I'll give you anything you want See, I don't know why I don't fall in love Well, maybe I know why, and maybe you could make it stop We'll cut it up and bury it and leave it underground And I'll take to wishing and fall under sleeping safe and sound Just give me medicine, prescribe me anything Just knock me out and walk me through the door Well I have no desire To see through my own eyes anymore Hello, what the hell are you doing here? You made a really strange face, this is a really uncomfortable air I see I'm boring you, maybe I bore myself too That's why I need help, I'm cleaning blood off dusty shelves I've been cut up in this room so many times it might take days And those stress cracks in the wood, how nicely they soak up the stains Just give me medicine, prescribe me anything Just knock me out and walk me through the door Well I have no desire To see through my own eyes anymore Been telling myself these jokes for so long, well so long I'm a has-been who is heckled on the stage Been telling myself these jokes for so long, well so long I'm a has-been who is heckled on this stage