; I can't stay in your life support. There's a shortage in the switch. I can't stay in your morphine 'cause it's making me itch.
I said I tried to call the nurse but she's being a little bitch. I'll think I'll get out of there, where I can run as fast as I can, to the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears.
And I swear you're just like a pill. Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill. I haven't move from the spot you left me, it must be a bad trip.