I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me, I think I took too much. I'm crying here, what have you done? I thought it would be fun. I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch. I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch. I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch. I think I'll get outta here, where I can RUN just 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 makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill. You keep makin' me ill.