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Locked in a prescription,
It's one dose at a time,
Sickness in my stomach,
I'm sensing lost nerves,
Throwing up all over the counter,
There is always time to clean up a mess,
Distressed and pressing on,
When tears come they well up,
Spring forth and swell,
Trying to drive with my glasses on,
But the wet drips are cascading down,
It's as if I am standing in my own shadow,
Wipe those rain drops off my window,
I grab for the windshield wipers,
Then I look to my right,
Hands are ready to give,
They have been there this whole time,
Too stubborn to ask,
Too stupid to say thank you,
Why?
I forgot my manners on the floor,
Slipped out of my pocket with a little loose change,
Now that my friends are gone,
I'm going to need every cent,
I can't afford to abuse my oxygen privileges,
It's going to make my lungs collapse,
There are good people out there,
No one will recognize them,
But tears will fall when they say goodbye,
If I thought about the gifts bestowed upon me,
I would probably realize, reevaluate
The worth of a friend,
It's on the axes last swing,
Hit the base of me and I split,
Half way there and speeding up,
I hit the ground with a loud thump,
No one there to catch me,
No one there to help,
Tossed it down a drain pipe,
When I left my thank-you's at home,
Let it rain forgiveness,
Let the good people of this world forget,
That people like me don't deserve
One bit of their regret.
- Hark
It's one dose at a time,
Sickness in my stomach,
I'm sensing lost nerves,
Throwing up all over the counter,
There is always time to clean up a mess,
Distressed and pressing on,
When tears come they well up,
Spring forth and swell,
Trying to drive with my glasses on,
But the wet drips are cascading down,
It's as if I am standing in my own shadow,
Wipe those rain drops off my window,
I grab for the windshield wipers,
Then I look to my right,
Hands are ready to give,
They have been there this whole time,
Too stubborn to ask,
Too stupid to say thank you,
Why?
I forgot my manners on the floor,
Slipped out of my pocket with a little loose change,
Now that my friends are gone,
I'm going to need every cent,
I can't afford to abuse my oxygen privileges,
It's going to make my lungs collapse,
There are good people out there,
No one will recognize them,
But tears will fall when they say goodbye,
If I thought about the gifts bestowed upon me,
I would probably realize, reevaluate
The worth of a friend,
It's on the axes last swing,
Hit the base of me and I split,
Half way there and speeding up,
I hit the ground with a loud thump,
No one there to catch me,
No one there to help,
Tossed it down a drain pipe,
When I left my thank-you's at home,
Let it rain forgiveness,
Let the good people of this world forget,
That people like me don't deserve
One bit of their regret.
- Hark