Little Blue Pills

Little blue pills Bottles of codeine lying On the shelf at dawn Sleeping soundly With traffic gently humming Down the boulevard I hate the morning light Because with every night A little earlier It seems to get too bright It squeezes through the blinds Dissolves into my eyes And I hate the sunny side Calling good friends And calling total strangers Meet me at the bar Throw the card down And leave the fucker open Like I turned twenty-one And when it's dark inside I'll take a taxi ride Down to the eastern side Before it gets too bright I pull the curtains down I let my head spin round And my ears ring over the sound My ears ring over the sound I upped the dosage and cleared my bank account 'til everything was gone Now the circles around my eyes grow wider The lights are always on And every single night I hold the covers tight Until I toss and turn And see the creeping light I turn things off and on and on and off and on And I sleep for fifteen minutes like an infant 'til alarm clocks buzz Through the cracks of the windows from the neighboring apartment until I wake up So I'll slip next paycheck into bottles brown and amber 'til it's all gone So I'll sleep next paycheck with the fitful fucking terror 'til it's all gone